Used to run all night on mood swings   And spill our gasoline   And play the violin behind the scenes   Felt so right to leave you losers   Why do I miss you now?   How much we give the ghost up   When we learned how to get where we're going?      Come on home, Wyoming   I know that every night you lie   And stare at the ceiling   Till you start believing it's the sky   Never knowing why      High on any sheer will measure   We run the on-time train   But we could call just one off due to rain   Sable frenzy, drunks and addicts   Do it all the time   We could always let one fall behind what we do   And pay what we're owing      Come on home, Wyoming   I know that every night you lie   And stare at the ceiling   Till you start believing it's the sky   Never knowing why