Silver Birch against a Swedish sky
The singer in the band made me want to cry
We're all inside our own heads now
We are leaving new friends
Leaving this town
I wish you could be here with me
I would show you off like a trophy
The road it winds, it twists, it turns
Now, my stomach burns

Once again I'll be the foolish one
Thinking a blink of these lashes
Would make you come
Don't you worry, don't get in a state
I don't believe in true love anyway
Oh, who's being pessimistic now
I could document this
As our first as our last row
The more you look forlorn
The more to you I warm

I won't be seeing you for a long while
I hope it's not as long
As a country mile
I feel lost, I feel lost

No, I won't be seeing you for a long while
I hope it's not as long as
These country miles
I feel lost, I feel lost
I got lost