We passed eight hundred miles, talking circles about living with loss You said your sense of humor's always helped you get above and across Every hurdle, every chasm, every shocking and unspeakable blow Just proves the universe is chaos, so you laugh to clear the lump from your throat
But if you're fixed on being bitter Go be bitter on your own We're still two hours from El Paso Arizona's such a long way to go
The chemicals were coursing through our bloodstreams at incongruous rates I was time-traveling inward through a past life I can never erase You were hanging out the window You said, "We're just a beggar's banquet in space." And you were laughing at the moon And you were cursing it for wearing your face
Me and New Mexico are orphans Or is it bastards? Either way: I think I know a guy in Roswell We'll hitch a moon ride Steal you back your face
You sleep and whistle "Blackbird" backwards while my eyes cut her name in clay You wake to Mesa, Arizona Say, "Let it go, she'll change her mind someday." You took the wheel in Mesa, Arizona "I got the rest, man You can drift away."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
