She gets on in Lordsburg
and gets off
in Las Cruces,
leaving everything
behind.
She has somewhere
to be,
and it's stuffed inside
her polyester pocket.
She gets on in Lordsburg
and gets off
in Las Cruces,
leaving everything
behind.
She has somewhere
to be,
and it's stuffed inside
her polyester pocket.
He holds his hat with the tips of his lonely fingers,
praying the obstinate wind will let him at least pretend
that his grip is valorous.
Wrapped around my wrist
And saved for another time,
I'll forget you're there.