Tell me Texas, flat and wide
What was it that made him cry?
Was he moved or just blue?
I feel it slip away from you
Well I know its none of mine
But I sit and wonder why
Was it tears in his eyes?
Or just a Visine lie?
Tell me you think I’m doing fine
I’m feeling strange along the ride
To the cold glass, I press my hand
To scan the flat of the land
Well I know its none of mine
But I sit and wonder why
Was it tears in his eyes?
Or just a Visine lie?

Well I know its none of mine
But I sit and wonder why
Was it tears in his eyes?
Or just a Visine lie?