This story is about a girl I know. 

She went down to Albuquerque, New Mexico. 

To follow the instinct she’d felt, 

requiting love with someone else.

I know, I know,

It might be insane.

To follow someone in the pouring of the rain.

She stayed there for several nights,

Hoping everything would be alright.

Stopped in Los Lunas for an open mic,

And there he was with his wife. 

I know, I know,

It isn’t even fair. 

While they move on, you’re just scared.

I understand your affection for the guy,

But why did you go.

Isn’t that why he went down to New Mexico. 

I know, I know,

It might be insane.

To follow someone in the pouring of the rain.

To take what they give you,

To have no shame. 

To go,

To New Mexico.