writer's minor holiday
Singer:calexico
across your hometown state
leaves a paper trail a licorice plant that's overgrown
like a cabin in the woods on a minor
here comes my fine bright haired lass
like a trash fire burning and burning it
my heart could never right the words never fail
tucked under your cap and for a moment
there's a stillness before the room spins again
ride it out so you can tell
making good time with my excuse
where the plot lines are like dead ends
floating in her eyes at the bottom of a well
floating in her eyes ride it out for a spell