Miami/I Saw The Devil

Seven weeks have passed Since I saw Miami last She was searchin' for her mind In a glass of cherry wine But these things they make no sense I must confess She moved here from new hampshire and I'm pretty damn sure She'll be headed home real soon Shortly after she leaves you Sha la la la la, la la la She combs her hair, Packs her things But where that miami goes, I don't know She takes it slow Been lookin' at Magazines and photographs But I never caught a glimpse of Miami's sweet red lips At the train station she waits She's ready to leave (Another city) Where she can tell a thousand lies, for which her eyes are a disguise But one thing moves to the next Better pay your last respects Sha la la la la, la la la She combs her hair Packs her things But where that miami goes Well, I don't know She comes and goes