Minus The Bear Memphis & 53rd
“Come on man,” she said,
“We have to leave this town.
I can’t stand another day without the rain.”
I said, “We’ll leave now, you can pack our things,
let me get the bill, and I can make it straight.”
It was same as yesterday.
We’d been gone
and the miles stretched down the long road,
we moved as fast as we could.
Through the heat of the desert
and cruelty of that Buick’s seat
just to keep on.
That night we laid on the floor of the desert
but I could barely sleep, yeah, I had this dream:
There was a man in a black car
with a man in the back seat
and I woke up in a cold sweat
with her lying next to me.
We sat on the corner of Memphis and 53rd.
As they filled the tank we had a drink.
She whispered, “Let’s get moving.”
The next night we laid on the floor of the desert
but I still couldn’t sleep.
There was a man in a black car
with a man in the backseat
and I’d wake up in a cold sweat
with her lying next to me.
