It's 3 AM in southern California
And I don't think I'll get much sleep tonight
'Cause there's a girl in the corner there
With pink flowers in her hair
And she smiles at me as she turns out the light
Every time this happens I remember
The dress you wore, gossamer and white
And that timid smile for me
I put my hand there on your knee
And I laid you down on a warm September night
I stole all these memories
To turn them into art
I think of you, South Dakota
And the boy who broke your heart
I spent 4 long years in New York City
I told myself I had something to prove
But the way I left that town
Dead of night, the pedal down
Was I running from myself or just from you?
But I still keep a photograph
Hidden up my sleeve
A picture of you, South Dakota
And the boy I used to be
And everyone who knows me
Has never even met me
'Cause I never mention you
No, I never mention you
Now I'm somewhere on the road in Oklahoma
I think I'll be there in Norman soon
But every song tonight
And every song I write
They've always been my letters home to you
And maybe you will hear them
Someday on your radio
A song of you, South Dakota
And a boy you used to know

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