She came from Minneapolis She was looking for a change I guess She wasn't really expecting much But you never really know The road laid out in front of her The rooms have all forgotten her Nobody knows your name but then Nobody really cares Rolling through the Pine Tree highway dawn The drivers had their windshield wipers on And when she finally finds it home She's waiting for the other shoe to fall Complaining to the neighbors that she just can't get no rest No sunshine California No smiles that are there for you Nobody knows the difference But you should not be ashamed Trees that look so different on the turn They're evergreen but still you gotta learn You'll never be the one you see Now then you'll think about yourself Floor is so cold (or fluorescent cold?) Then soon you're old And then you'll picture someone else She went back to Minneapolis Looking for a second chance I guess The people who say goodbye to you Are the only ones who care And she's not expecting penitence Or general store deliverance She came up next to empty when She searched herself for it Rolling through the Pine Tree highway dawn The drivers had their windsheild wipers on You'll never be the one you see Now then you'll think about yourself Floor is so cold (or fluorescent cold?) Then soon you're old And then you're left with someone else And she came from Minneapolis