Lit cigarette, leather jacket Wild eyes and knee highs Maybe I should stop avoiding your eye contact I should have told you that you were beautiful Standing there in your rained out clothes Like the Pacific Northwest knows something I don't But I had all of Salt Lake City to romanticize this To convince myself that I could be someone you could miss Pushing spring in early November, I'm not thinking through this But what if luck could be a lady... And maybe I've just never met her Because there might be one good thing about this side of the country And she just so happens to be light years out of my league A point of contention serves as the center For the spinning thread I'll use to wrap my head around this I promise that I meant nothing by it Making it increasingly harder to deny it I should have told you it was meaningful The way you made me feel completely unhelpful A shy reminder that there's still something moving behind my rib bones But I've got a long midwest winter to forget about this I've got to get in the ring before I swing and hope that I don't miss Millions in five dollar words but you're, you're not buying it Yeah I think that luck could be a lady And maybe I've just never met her Because there might be one good thing about this side of the country And she just so happens to be light years out of my league Miles out of my reach