santa fe,

santa fe, your colors are stuck
patterns of brown boxes stuck in a rut
blue skies, come out, its time to play
come tell me if i'm meant to go or meant to stay

santa fe, i'll keep trying to blame you
for my failed attempt to prove that i'm new
you're so tangled, still got dust in your eye
when i ran away you were still here getting high

santa fe, i'm afraid because you say you already know
exactly who i am and all of the places i'll go
i don't know what to do when i'm no longer a mystery
i feel naked walking around completely covered in my history

santa fe, it's time to believe
maybe i'm not a victim here- a change is up to me
first i'll learn that its alright to say no
that is alright to sit alone and watch tumbleweeds blow

santa fe, give me chance number two
you really don't know me or the things that i'll do