A lonely yellow light gets swallowed   By the morning in New Hampshire   And casts a shadow on the pavement   Where we used to walk together      Put in a small town made of hills and trees   And these dream's all you've got to believe   This is what you dream   I know she will make it, somehow      'Cause she is from New Hampshire   She said, she wants to see it all   Putting on her make-up   She is making her last telephone call   She says, she's leaving me now      My eyes are following the lines   That lead away from New Hampshire   'Cause she's gone out of view   And taken with her clarity and laughter      Put in a big town made of hard and scary things   All you've got to believe   In is what you dream   I know she will make it, somehow      'Cause she is from New Hampshire   She said, she wants to see it all   Putting on her make-up   She is making her last telephone call   She says, she's leaving      Why is growing up so bad for love?   It takes us further from what means the most to me   The most in us has gone away      But she is from New Hampshire   She said, she wants to see it all   Putting on her make-up   She is making her last telephone call   She says, she's leaving me now   She says, she's leaving me now   She says, she's leaving me now      New Hampshire   New Hampshire