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A dustbowl spread across the prairies
The runway shimmered in the haze
A toothbrush, paperback, and bug spray
The seatbelt sign...

Simone, he knows you're gone
And all that's left is heartache
And all his cool is blown
Simone
You're like a time bomb in his blood tonight

The Airbus touches down in Cuba
Her iPod is looping Gipsy Kings
The tradewinds lash the Caribbean
Umbrella twizzles in her drink
September skies of Havana rum
God, what have I done?

Simone, he knows you're gone
And all that's left is heartache
And all his cool is blown
Simone, move on, let go
Hey all you took's the car keys
Not half of what he owns
Simone
God tried to fax you but there was no dial tone

Then a flare went off inside her head
Like an inch of pure magnesium
With a heat to thaw his frozen heart
And a spark to light his beacon
And she could feel this time he'd make her whole
She believed she'd soon be swooning again,
Ballooning again

But autumn smeared Ohio crimson
The freeway shivered like a veil
And winter blew in from Lake Erie
She glimpsed him as the vial fell
Remembering
Ah, we tamed the winds
You were Simon then...

Simone, he knows you're gone
And all that's left is heartache
And all your cool is blown
Simone
You're like a time bomb in his blood tonight

Ooh, Simone...