Santa Fe from Delusions by Andy Metz

The ground is frozen and the air is dry,
A modest, taupe, adobe home sits a mile high,
And inside lays a man with his wife,
They're 20 years deep, he's stunned, she's crying.

And she said, you don't understand me very well,
And he said, I tried, I swear, but I could tell,
And she said, I'm sorry that I have to leave you this way,
And he said, I never offered anything for you to stay,
In ice cold, Santa Fe,
In ice cold, Santa Fe.

She empties out her closet while he's on the bed,
She's been empty since they gave up trying to have a kid,
The room's so very still and he's at a loss,
She's waiting by the door before she heads off.

And she said, you don't understand me very well,
And he said, I tried, I swear, but I could tell,
And she said, I'm sorry that I have to leave you this way,
And he said, I never offered anything for you to stay,
In ice cold, Santa Fe,
In ice cold, Santa Fe.

There she goes, there she goes,
Like there was really nothing there at all,
There she goes, there she goes,
Like there was really nothing there at all,
In ice cold, Santa Fe,
I'm sorry that I had to leave you this way,
In ice cold, Santa Fe,
You never offered anything for me to stay,
For me to stay.

• Acoustic
• Pop
• Rock
• Chicago