Mary steers clear of the men from space. Back alley kid with an American face. She wants the wine. He brings a case to carry them on through. I said you know what I now.
I stepped out the front door into winter and the world outside. I stepped out the door to New York City, my hair was barely dry. I could not remember where I was going, so I went back inside.
November promises it seems,. Of broken February dreams. That don't come true. Until you remember me. I don't remember you.. Were you the one who liked to sing?.
I was an idiot in utero. Somehow missed New Mexico. Fell to earth in Baltimore I know. Now they lay case in empty rooms. Birthday cards and red balloons.
1, 2, 3, 4. . Colorado passes by like writing on a wall. Headed eastward down to New Orleans. Dipping into Texas as the stars are fading out. There's still a lot of country in between.