A lonely yellow light gets swallowed by the morning in

New Hampshire

And casts a shadow on the pavement where we used to

walk together, yeah, yeah

Put in a small town made of hills and trees and

streams

And you've got to believe--this is what you dream

I know she will make it, somehow

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'Cause she is from New Hampshire, yeah

She said she wants to see it all

Putting on her make-up

She's making her last telephone call

She says she's leaving me now

My eyes are are following the lines that lead away

from New Hampshire, yeah

She's gone out of view and taken her clarity and

laughter

Put in a big town made of hard and scary things, but

You've got to believe-- it is is what you dream

I know she will make it, somehow

(Chorus)

'Cause she is from New Hampshire, yeah

She said she wants to see it all

Putting on her make-up

She's making her last telephone call

She says she's leaving..

Why is growing up so bad for love?

It takes us further from what means the most to me

The most in us has gone away

But she is from New Hampshire

She said she wants to see it all

Putting on her make-up

She's making her last telephone call

She says she's leaving me now

She says she's leaving me now

She says she's leaving me now

New Hampshire

New Hampshire