A lonely yellow light gets swallowed by the morning in
New Hampshire
And casts a shadow on the pavement where we used to
walk together, yeah, yeah
Put in a small town made of hills and trees and
streams
And you've got to believe--this is what you dream
I know she will make it, somehow

(Chorus)
'Cause she is from New Hampshire, yeah
She said she wants to see it all
Putting on her make-up
She's making her last telephone call
She says she's leaving me now

My eyes are are following the lines that lead away
from New Hampshire, yeah
She's gone out of view and taken her clarity and
laughter
Put in a big town made of hard and scary things, but
You've got to believe-- it is is what you dream
I know she will make it, somehow

(Chorus)
'Cause she is from New Hampshire, yeah
She said she wants to see it all
Putting on her make-up
She's making her last telephone call
She says she's leaving..

Why is growing up so bad for love?
It takes us further from what means the most to me
The most in us has gone away

But she is from New Hampshire
She said she wants to see it all
Putting on her make-up
She's making her last telephone call
She says she's leaving me now
She says she's leaving me now
She says she's leaving me now

New Hampshire
New Hampshire