Blowing through the north

Is that you MaryAnn

I almost drove right by you

Can I give you a hand

Is there somewhere I can take you

The road is dark and cold

No place for a young girl

Shouldn't you be at home

Your Mama's probably missed you by now

Put your bags in back

Don't bother with the seat belt

Take a cigarette

What station do you like

How far do you go?

What time are you expected

Did you leave a note

Telling where you might be by now

Blowing through the north woods