Wednesday - 06 May 2009

The Refreshments- Nada

The Refreshments

Nada

I see the lightning

From the storm down in Mexico

I see my speedometer doesnt work

I cross the desert

Disappear into the tumbleweeds

I tip the bottle and bite the lime

I hear the thunder

From the storm down in Mexico

I leave the border far behind

I feel the dust coat my teeth

And turn my sweat to mud

I tip the bottle and bite the lime

There ain't no moral to this story at all

Everything I tell you

Very well could be a lie

Been away from the livin'

Don't need to be forgiven

I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine

To come alive

I feel the wind blow

From the storm down in Mexico

Gasoline for another hundred miles

I cross the river

And leave my shoes up on the other side

I tip the bottle and bite the lime

There ain't no moral to this story at all

Everything I tell you

Very well could be a lie

Been away from the livin

Dont need to be forgiven

I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine

To come alive

I feel the rain drops

From the storm down in Mexico

Truck will go no further

Out of gas

I cross the desert

With the lizard and rattlesnake

I tip the bottle and bite the lime.

There ain't no moral to this story at all

Everything I tell you

Very well could be a lie

And there ain't no morals to these stories at all

And anythign I say you can bet will be a lie.

Been away from the livin'

Don't need to be forgiven

I'm just waiting for that cold black sun cracked numb inside soul of mine

To come alive

Come alive!

Come alive!

Come alive!