Text: Train. My Private Nation. Following Rita.

Made my exit on the turnpike
Saw the stateside toll and shuffled for some change
I paid a man that talked as if he knew me
And I could see it in his eyes
He could tell that I was runnin' away

What are you waitin' for? It's just a minute away
Travel light you might just find yourself there for the day
What are you waitin' for? It's just a minute away
Following Rita, following Rita

Stopped to make a call and picked up Elvis
Elvis James McCabe, a future millionaire
He wrestled with his thoughts out loud
About two girls that he left behind
And said for forty-five dollars
He could help me on my way and get rich too

What are you waitin' for? It's just a minute away
Travel light you might just find yourself there for the day
What are you waitin' for? It's just a minute away
Following Rita, following Rita

There was talk about after high school I would get a job
Gig at night and she would go to some community school
But her father changed jobs and we cried together
As her plane was flyin' away

Well, the phone never was enough
For us to hold on to
Now every mile that I drive away
Gets me closer to you, yeah

What are you waitin' for? It's just a minute away
I'm travelin' light you might not want me to stay for the day
What am I waitin' for? It's just a mile away
Following Rita

What am I waitin' for? It's just a mile away
Travel light you might just find yourself there for the day
What are you waitin' for? It's just a minute away
Following Rita, following Rita