Mesa, Az Lyrics - Bad Books - Bad Books

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 Paso 

Arizona'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 Roswell 

We'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, man 

You can drift away"