James McMurtry - Pocatello lyrics

Picked you up in Pocatello

In some truck stop parking lot

Out beside that burned up Volvo

With the smoking engine shot

And you just left that Volvo lying

You never gave it half a thought

Faithless, fine, and gone

You said you came from Randolph

Up across the Wasatch Range

You kept talking clear to Salt Lake

Liked to drove us all insane

But now I’m flying down

That four lane highway screaming out your name

Faithless, fine, and gone

Batten down the hatches I can hear my grandma say

Boy you like to play with matches

Gonna burn yourself someday

I’m gonna haul on back to Denver

Just as soon as I get through

And I’m burnt down to smoldering embers

But I guess I can make do

And now I hear some guy that used to

Manage some band I never heard of

Is trying to manage you

Faithless, fine, and gone