Drenched – Calexico – letras

Riding through nostalgia, shaking memories by the milethe city lights are closing in on himthe distance grows shorter for a whileHe wonders what dreams fill her heartand wonders if what they had could ever be sparked »The roads never lead where they’re supposed to go, »that’s what he tells himself before he lets it go.Out on the cold grey plain, sunken on the side of theroadthe words bleed off the page, the letter becomeswell-soaked »No more turning backwards, » he says, as he drives offin the rainventures on up through the Colorades and settles underthe rockand pines, and stakes claimStill he wonders what what dreams fill her heartand wonders if what they had could ever be sparkedthe roads never lead where they’re supposed to goThey just twist ’round and ’round the flamethe eyes closing, the heart retainsa bit of a spark before it fades awaythat’s where he gets lost and drifts off aloneand what he tells himself… »Better let it go. »