Testo di Pocatello

Picked you up in Pocatello In some truck stop parking lot Out beside that burned up Volvo With the smoking engine shot And you just left that Volvo lying You never gave it half a thought Faithless, fine, and gone You said you came from Randolph Up across the Wasatch Range You kept talking clear to Salt Lake Liked to drove us all insane But now I'm flying down That four lane highway screaming out your name Faithless, fine, and gone Batten down the hatches I can hear my grandma say Boy you like to play with matches Gonna burn yourself someday I'm gonna haul on back to Denver Just as soon as I get through And I'm burnt down to smoldering embers But I guess I can make do And now I hear some guy that used to Manage some band I never heard of Is trying to manage you Faithless, fine, and gone