The U.S. Of Ache

I was one line in a diary in Kansas |She was a theme in my serious heart |We had sex in Detroit, rave reviews in Boston on the road to Pittsburgh closing |night in Dallas |Then we said goodbye ||I send echoes cross state lines |Chocolates by wire |Telegrams by the hour ||Meet me in the middle of the U.S. of ache ||There must be a town in the middle of America |Where we can meet and start again |I guess she wants to keep me her secret |And I just want to give my secret away ||I send echoes cross state lines |Chocolates by wire |Telegrams by the hour ||Meet me in the middle of the U.S. of ache ||I can't get to Florida |Without driving through Kansas |Cigarettes and motor oil |I know she's never been to heaven |And I sure as hell can't fine her here on earth ||I send echoes cross state lines |Chocolates by wire |Telegrams by the hour ||Meet me in the middle of the U.S. of ache||