Mesa, Arizona – Bad Books – letras

We passed 800 miles talking circles about living with lossYou said your sense of humor’s always helped you get above & acrossEvery hurdle, every chasm, every shocking & unspeakable blowJust proves the universe is chaos so you laugh to clear the lump from your throatBut if you’re fixed on being bitterGo be bitter on your ownWe’re still two hours from El PasoArizona’s such a long way to goThe chemicals were coursing through our bloodstreams at incongruous ratesI was time-traveling inward through a past life I can never eraseYou 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 faceMe & New Mexico are orphansOr is it bastards? Either way:I know a guy in RoswellWe’ll hitch a moonride, steal you back your faceYou sleep and whistle “Blackbird” backwards while my eyes cut her name in clay.You wake to Mesa, ArizonaSay, “Let it go. She’ll change her mind someday.”You took the wheel in Mesa, Arizona.Said, “I got the rest, man.You can drift away.”