And your busted stereo is like an out-of-tune radio
But it sounds all right to me
And I wonder where you go when your eyes nightdrive in snow
Slouching towards infinity
And all the farmers in the morning
Make us change our clocks
And all our exes in the evening
Make us change our locks
Oh this highway's so torn up
Makes me pray for shocks
Now I find
You want me to change my mind
And you say that you can't live anymore
Or something's gotta give
You a reason to stay your hand
And you say that you need more space
I'm sorry that I liked your face
More than I liked your band
And all the farmers in the morning
Make us change our clocks
And all our exes in the evening
Make us change our locks
Oh this highway's so torn up
Makes me pray for shocks
Now I find
You want me to change my mind
And I don't know if you should stay
Or if I can stand to see you go
But if all that remains washes out with the rain
Then praying for sunlight takes its toll
So if idle speculation is driving you to aggravation
Forgive me darling but that's just the way I deal
And maybe some conversation with a little more participation
Might change the way you feel
And all the farmers in the morning
Make us change our clocks
And all our exes in the evening
Make us change our locks
Oh this highway's so torn up
Makes me pray for shocks
Now I find now I find
You want me to change my mind
My mind change my mind