Wish I could find me a
Georgia boy ‘cause those
Georgia boys are so
Magical.
They’ve got guitarist’s hands.
They’ve got farmer’s tans.
Oh Lord won’t you send me a Georgia boy to be my man.

Wish I could find me a New
England girl ’cause New
England girls are the
Best in the world.
They’re so so-phis-ti-cated
And opinionated.
Oh Lord won’t you send a New England girl to be my lady.

Wish I could find me
a special somebody ‘cause
everybody needs a
special somebody.
Can’t put my finger on it,
But I know I want it.
Oh Lord won’t you send a somebody to be my honey.

He said he had a perfect dream to follow,
One he couldn’t have and keep me too.
As angry as I know I should be at him,
Instead I find it simpler to blame you.

I know she didn’t try
To catch his wandering eye,
Or steal his fickle heart away.
But that doesn’t make it any easier to watch him go.
God, I really hate New York today.

I always knew this day would come eventually,
But I never saw him leaving me behind.
When he said “always,” I believed so foolishly.
Now suddenly, he’s changed his mind.

I could kick myself, I should’ve seen it coming.
I’ve never been the girl who lived in fairy tales.
So how did I end up with this cracked glass slipper,
Straining for a last glimpse of his white horse in the distance?

I know she didn’t try
To catch his wandering eye,
Or steal his fickle heart away.
But that doesn’t make it any easier to watch him go.
God, I really hate New York today.

I know I said okay
When you asked for goodbye.
I know I hugged you
And told you nice lies like
“I’ll be okay,”
“We’ll still be friends.”
The story changes shape but
Never really ends because you’re
Just a boy,
And I’m just the girl you used to
Love much more than this.

Now here I am alone for the first time
In this apartment I have
All to myself except for
Pestering, persistent little memoirs of your face,
Your name;
Your voice rebounds off everything
And I don’t know whether or not I’ll
Be okay,
Or we’ll still be friends.
The story changes shape but
Never ever ends because
You’re just a boy
And I’m just the girl you used to love
Much more
Than this.

Maybe someday
We’ll meet on a New York sidewalk in the
Pouring rain,
And you’ll tell me I’ve always been the one.
We’ll go for drinks
And talk about how simple life used to be when
We were just kids:
First date–
     First sight–
          First time–
               First love–
                    First… kiss…

But until then I’ll be okay.
And we’ll still be friends.
The story changes shape but
It never really ends, because
You’re just a boy
And I’m just the girl who used to
Love
You more
Than this.

Old Tom Graves
He’s got arms for days
You can try to hide but he
Knows these caves.

And Old Tom he’s
Got tricks up his sleeves
You can try to run but there’s so
Much he sees.

That graveyard man
He won’t show his hand
You might wanna beg ‘cause there’s
Eyes in the back of his head.

Old Tom Graves
Collects what souls he saves
And he serves them up with
Ice cold lemonade.

And that flint-eyed shadow
Gonna make you sad, oh
You were ever born when he
Comes tomorrow.

That skeleton grinner’s
Comin’ for you, sinner
and he’ll serve you up for
Thanksgiving dinner.