can't look back
kearney, mat
i was on a train outta new mexico
looking for a flame for my heart of coal
sold my nikon lens to get outta town
don't know how deep you're in till you're tryna get out
she was floating like a vision down through the aisle
mississippi queen with a tennessee smile
the smell of cheap coffee and jamaican rum
we watched the desert fade in the santa fe sun
i said i'm not feeling right