The Milk Carton Kids - Michigan

The clouds move over Pontiac skies

Their silent thunder matches mine

I know this feeling from long ago

I wondered was it gone, but now I know

So when she calls, don't send her my way

When it hurts, you'll know it's the right thing

Michigan's in the rear-view now

Keep your hands where I could see 'em

It took the words right out my mouth

When you knew that I would need 'em