A city girl in her heels But made up of small town bones. She was loud and soft (Somehow it was all at once) And I could not get enough. I made plans to go to the grave And hold her high to the end But she's impetuous (Then there's me, maybe twice as much)- Both too hell-bent to bend. So, there's not room in this town for the both of us And I feel that one of us should get up and go. So, I drove by your house to tell you how I feel And it looks like that's something you already know. I know now not to make plans- Don't fall in love with a breeze- Don't start saving for wedding rings Until she says yes in writing. There's not room in this town for the both of us And I feel that one of us should get up and go. So, I drove by your house to tell you how I feel And it looks like that's something you already know. She might say, Get away! Trust me, I wish I could, Then I would be all well And would not resign to see his face Where once was mine Each time I closed my eyes. So, there's not room in this town for the both of us And I feel that one of us should get up and go. So, I drove by your house to tell you how I feel And it looks like that's something you already know.