Bottom Of The World Lyrics - Big Station - Alejandro Escovedo

Austin's changed, it's true 

Show me what hasn't 

Tonight the TV's throwing colors on the wall 

As watches cities of the world reduced to ashes 

From where I sit, at the bottom of the world 

Oh, there used to be a phone booth 

Down here on every corner 

He used to call me up just to say my name 

But now anybody get is a busy signal 

No I can't call home, from the bottom of the world 

She said, hey paper boy 

Don't you think it's time you delivered 

I said say the word, your wish is my command 

You may think you know all there is to know about me 

You might think the beast is in the cage 

But everything you see is just an illusion 

It's about to get real, at the bottom of the world 

Oh, hey little boy, little boy you look a little frightened 

For these awful kind of streets for walking alone 

So why don't you get yourself home back to Houston 

I don't think you're ready, for the bottom of the world 

No I don't think you're ready, for the bottom of the world.