| The sun ran out on a cold October | 
| Somewhere under the canyon moon | 
| Camera jammed in a slow exposure | 
| California in her rear view | 
| She couldn’t handle another season | 
| Another ocean of fiction blue | 
| Said a prayer to a dashboard Jesus, | 
| Death Valley and worn out shoes | 
| Then the road turned into desert everywhere | 
| The sun ran out on a cold October | 
| She disappeared, she disappeared | 
| Take all your troubles, put them to bed | 
| Burn down the mission, the maps in your head | 
| Shot like a bullet, don’t know the way | 
| The ricochet, kind of got away from you | 
| The leaves are falling, the church bells ringing | 
| Marching band in a high school dream | 
| Little town and a faded beauty | 
| They still remember when she was queen | 
| Then the road turned into desert everywhere | 
| The leaves are falling, the church bells ringing | 
| She disappeared, she disappeared | 
| Take all your troubles, put them to bed | 
| Burn down the mission, the maps in your head | 
| Shot like a bullet, don’t know the way | 
| The ricochet, kind of got away from you | 
| The sun ran out on a cold October | 
| And where she ended up, no one knew | 
| Take all your troubles, put them to bed | 
| Burn down the mission, the maps in your head | 
| Shot like a bullet, don’t know the way | 
| The ricochet | 
| Take all your troubles, put them to bed | 
| Burn down the mission, the maps in your head | 
| Shot like a bullet, don’t know the way | 
| The ricochet, kind of got away from you |