Hannah Hunt A gardener told me some plants move, but I could not believe it Til me and Hannah Hunt saw crawling vines and weeping willows As we made our way from Providence to Phoenix
A man of faith said hidden eyes could see what I was thinking I just smiled and told him that was only true of Hannah And we glided on through Waverly/Lincoln
Our days were long, our nights no longer Count the seconds, watching the hours Though we live on the US dollar You and me, we got our own sense of time
In Santa Barbara, Hannah cried amidst those freezing beaches I walked into town to buy some kindling for the fire Hannah tore the New York Times up into pieces
If I can't trust you, then dammit, Hannah There's no future, there's no answer Though we live on the US dollar You and me we got our own sense of time