When we broke down   In that small mining town   I was ready for quitting   My guard was down   It was summer all day   In your dad's Chevrolet   And so we decided to stay      And we want spectacular views   If we're to stay for the weekend   And you swear   There'll be no bad news   If we stay, if we stay without looking back      We'll take a small private room    With a window, please   If it opens, that's fine   To let in the breeze   We've been waiting all year    For someone to just say   Everyone fucks up, it's going to be ok      And the prop planes    They fly overhead   You can hear them returning   And maybe it's all in my head    But I'll save my complaints for tomorrow      And when you got sick    I was sad for some days   But I'm feeling much better   I just sleep it away   Now it's just like we never was    Some things go bad just because      And the freeways    They go coast to coast    They've taken away all my good friends   And I don't care if you're broke   You can't stay here tomorrow      And the dreams have come back again    But this time I'm not just watching them   It's me as pilot instead    And I land the plane all by myself   No, you can't stay here tomorrow