(SINGING) She'd trade Colorado if he'd take her with him,
closes the door before the winter let's the cold in,
and wonders if her love is strong enough to make him stay.
She's answered by the taillights shining
through the window pane.
He said, I want to see you again,
but I'm stuck in colder weather.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Can I call you then?
She said, you're a rambling man.
You ain't ever gonna change.
You got a gypsy soul to blame, and you were born for leaving.
At a truck stop diner just outside of Lincoln--
--the night is black as the coffee he was drinking.
And in the waitress' eyes he sees
the same old light shining.
He thinks of Colorado and the girl he left behind there.
He said, I wanna see you again.
But I'm stuck in colder weather.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Can I call you then?
She said, you're a rambling man.
You ain't ever gonna change.
You got a gypsy soul to blame, and you were born for leaving.
--born for leaving.
Well, it's a winding road, when
you're in the lost and found.
You're a lover-- I'm a runner.
We go 'round and 'round.
And I love you, but I leave you.
I don't want you, but I need you.
You know it's you that calls me back here, baby!
Oh!
Oh, I wanna see you again.
But I'm stuck in colder weather.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Can I call you then?
'Cause I'm a rambling man.
I ain't ever gonna change.
I got a gypsy soul to blame, and I was born for leaving.
--born for leaving.
[CHEERING]
When I close my eyes, I see you, no matter where I am.
I can smell your perfume through these whispering pines.
I'm with your ghost again.
It's a shame about the weather.
But I know soon we'll be together.
And I can't wait till then.
I can't wait till then.
[CHEERING]
Thank you, guys, so much.