On slow days Thoughts free to wander Over to West Hurley And down past Ashokan The reservoir And Georgia waving from the back of a car She holds your hand She holds it so tightly She digs in her fingernails And later that night, she whispers a name She says it aloud for the last time Cutting that ******** Bending down low in her navy blue dress I'll never know which one I resemble the best Oh, Georgia, you have been missed The light from the moon It falls on the Hudson And your mind is back in 1907 The reservoir And Georgia waving from the back of a car
On slow days Thoughts free to wander Over to West Hurley And down past Ashokan The reservoir And Georgia waving from the back of a car She holds your hand She holds it so tightly She digs in her fingernails And later that night, she whispers a name She says it aloud for the last time Cutting that ******** Bending down low in her navy blue dress I'll never know which one I resemble the best Oh, Georgia, you have been missed The light from the moon It falls on the Hudson And your mind is back in 1907 The reservoir And Georgia waving from the back of a car
