Casiotone For The Painfully Alone Lonesome New Mexican Nights
I sent the message when i left yesterday
from the station back in santa fe
that when the 619 comes around
i'll be found
hey hey hey
i know that leaving seemed right
but on lonesome new mexican nights
i've been lost on familiar streets
& counting the weeks
i never put a quarter into a phone
it would just give him a chance to say no
but when the 619 comes around
i'll be found
