Holy Toledo from Autopilot by Mitchell Thompson

Holy Toledo, oh no, where did you go?
You ran off to Spain to cool off your brain somewhere in Toledo,
You sent me a post card, you said it was fun, you said it was neato,
You found yourself a man, someone who understands you and wears a tuxedo,

And it's hard I know when there's no place you want to call home,
And it's easy to tell yourself that you were born just to roam,
And I know that you're happy wherever you are,
And whatever you're doing makes you feel more alive,
But just do me a favor and don't go out too far on your own,

Again on the run, you're coming undone, somewhere out in Bangkok,
You sent me a postcard depicting your backyard view of the livestock,
You're eating more fruit and valerian root to sleep through your alarm clock,
You found another man, someone who understands you and listens to punk rock,

And it's hard I know when there's no place where you want to stay,
And it's hard I know when there's no face you can wear everyday,
And I know that you're happy with him whoever he happens to be,
But I gotta be honest I got another letter from her and I'm tired of waiting,
So I'm getting on the next train to Tulsa, and if you ever come home
There's a couch in Oklahoma for you dear.

• Acoustic
• Folk
• Psychedelic Rock
• Rock
• San Francisco