Текст: Jason Reeves. New Hampshire.

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
But in a small town made of hills and trees and streams All you've got to believe 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 me now

My eyes are following the lines that lead away from old New Hampshire, yeah
'Cause she's gone out of view and taken with her clarity and laughter
Put in a big town made of hard and scary things, all You've got to believe in
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 only 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

(Merci a Mamadou Dieye pour cettes paroles)