"Hannah" lyrics

All of this
Feels so temporary
The late afternoon
Drivin' across the prairie

What the hell are we doing
Spendin' every dollar we have?
With no time to slow down
And no guts to go back

Hannah, Hannah, Hannah
I'm sorry about all of this
But give just a minute
To sort out everything
And I will, I will

And I know the freeway
Leaves much to be desired
And I'd trade a little color
For all these telephone wires

There are things I want to show you
But I might not get the chance
So, I could never blame you, no
For makin' other plans

Hannah, Hannah, Hannah
I'm sorry about all of this
But give just a minute
To sort out everything
And I will

Hannah, Hannah, Hannah
I'm sorry about all of this
But give me just a minute
To sort out everything
And I will, I will