arizona

I'd tell you to leave but you're already gone.
I'd ask you to stay, but you're right here at home.
All of your things are under lock and key.
Still, there's just enough room for my guitar and me.
That boy from out west came by today.
Said he was nervous...didn't know what to say.
I told him its alright - that we talked about it over beers last night.
I'm still trying to forget it.

So it won't make a difference no matter how I feel
And it don't really matter cause nothing is real
I won't be a winner at the end of this game.
You'll get what you wanted but it won't be the same.
There's things I could say that would make me feel better...
But if you go away...