It's always windy in Barstow

i don't know what you're thinking
and i'm not sure i want to
but whatever it is, i'm thinking it too
and i never wanted to let you go at all

you left me blind on the curbside
and i cried all my way home
that park will never look the same
and neither will the insides of your eyes

cause
when you leave
it's like there's a gaping hole
inside of me
and i don't know how to make it
go away
and i guess you can't just
let me be

so you call me up
tell me that you miss me and
oh what am I supposed to say?
Well we won't admit it but we know where this is headed


cause
when you leave
it's like there's a gaping hole
inside of me
and i don't know how to make it
go away
and i guess you can't just
let me be

"what are we doing?"
"I don't know... I don't really want to know, you know?"
"This is is confusing..."
"I know, but it's kinda fun that way, you know?
"What are you thinking?"
"Nothing you don't already know..."


cause
when you leave
it's like there's a gaping hole
inside of me
and i don't know how to make it
go away
and i guess you can't just
let me be

"I've gotta go..."
"But I don't want you to."
"I've gotta be somewhere..."
"You've gotta be right here, right here.."
"But I, I, I, I need to leave..."
"...right here, right here, right here."
"I think, think, think, I need to, need to....
"Stay right here?"
"Stay right here."

Cause when you leave,
there's a gaping hole inside of me
and i can't make it go away