歌词
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 PasoArizona'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"
You were laughing at the moon
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
RoswellWe'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, manYou can drift away"
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