She was feeling campfire drowsy
From watching the footage of Niagara Falls

He was feeling teacup woozy
From the slow spin of this boat

She said at this pace
We might just get one shot
At the muddy, muddy banks
Of the mighty Mississippi

There are Chinese lantern lit gardens
There are many ways to Ohio
There are tickets to here and there
I hear that it's pretty this time of year

From the latches on your lunch pail
To shoulder against the glacial [unverified] tree
Just glass sweating on a table
Ripples set off by passing trains

Where you headed, Ohio?
Baby boy, don't ya know
That a bullet will get you there quicker?

There are artichoke fields at the edge of the ocean
There are many ways to Ohio
There are tickets to here and there
I hear that it's pretty this time of year

There are piny, piny woods
And there are greyhound stations
There are many ways to Ohio

There are trains that leave the banks
Of the mighty Mississippi
And there are just as many ways to Wyoming