The bus stopped in Brandon, miles from Ithaca   At the coffeeshop to pour the people out   To drink all the coffee read through the papers   About the famous coming out      The couple two rows up from the left didn't move   As I passed they just lay sleeping in   To one another the way birds cluster   Together when facing wind      Oh, and she was like a camera   And he a B film   Both pretty faced, but hard   From smoking too much   And waiting too long   And from all the things that life does to break your heart   I told you so - don't say I didn't tell you so      I listened to them all the way westbound   Wnder gold blankets and blue fields   With our sally ann jackets, pillows and backpacks   she turned into him like a shield   From the story of Santa Claus,   Drunk, stuck in the chimney   To the deer they lost making them fly   And how B.B. King rode the bus   To his gig because he was broke   And how sometimes its ok to cry      And I swear it rains there all the time, she says   First thing we'll find a room and keep dry   Oh, we'll find a bed and put us in it   And it will feel like home in no time   Oh, well, if there is not much more than this   Then i'd like to share it with you.   With your hundred dollars    And my hundred dollars   I'm sure, sure, sure that we'll pull through   I told you so,    Don't say I didn't tell you so   Well, i told you so, like i had to go