Hannah

All of this
Feels so temporary
Late afternoon
Driving across the prairie
What the hell are we doing
Spending every dollar we have?
There's no time to slow down
And no guts to go back

Hannah, Hannah, Hannah
Sorry about all of this
Give me just a minute
To sort out everything
And I will
I will

I know the freeway
Leaves much to be desired
And I'd trade a little colour
For all these telephone wires
There are things I want to show you
But I might not get the chance
So I could never blame you
No
For making other plans

Hannah, Hannah, Hannah
I'm sorry about all of this
But give me just a minute
To sort out everything
And I will

Hannah, Hannah, Hannah
I'm sorry about all of this
But give me just a minute
To sort out everything
And I will
I will