tell me something bad about tulsa

love is so beautiful

when everything is fine

but when it is like hers and mine

it lives and dies at least

ten thousand

times

tell me something bad about tulsa

how those old oil wells

smell in the wind

tell me something bad about tulsa

so i won't have to go back

believing i belong there

again

eyes as blue as tulsa skis

i kept getting lost in when i met her

hair like oklahoma sand

i could run my hands through forever

but all good things must end

all rivers have to bend

i keep runnin' out

but she keeps pullin' me back in

tell me something bad about tulsa

so i won't have to go back

believing i belong there

again