COLUMBUS

Well, I miss you in the winter.
Your friends say I should listen.
Can't you see I've love you all along?
Well, if America don't like me, you can say:
I'm finally a kind of man who only likes the gun.
Shoot anyone, shoot anyone.

Cause either way, I'll break your heart someday.
But, leaving you is the last thing on my mind.
So when I go, baby, kiss real slow.
So I don't forget my way back home,
when I go.