Mesa, Arizona

All alone in a Mexican joint in Mesa Arizona
A mariachi band on the jukebox and an empty Corona
And the sun gone down in the pale thin pink
And there's no one to talk to
All I can think is your eyes are full of train smoke
And your mouth tastes like rain
And I know when I know nothing
I'll always know your name
You're my one, and only one, you're my only one
Out here working the neon lights
And the temperature is falling
Its hotel coffee and red eye flights
And honey I'm your midnight ringer calling
And the snow comes down from a desert sky
I tell everybody something but its usually goodbye
But not you, you're my one, you're my only one
You're the one I want to talk to
You're the one I know to call
You're the one that's gonna catch me
When my pride leads to a fall
You're the sky full of starlings
And an axe blade shining in the sun
You're the angel touch that's cold against my lips
You're my only one
Reel to reel, the country rolls
And the towns slide by like ghost repeaters
Of faded billboards and big box stores
Like a movie of an empty theatre
You look around and wonder when the seams are gonna fail
And how do they cost of living where everything's for sale
Except you, you're my one, you're my only one
You're my one, and only one, you're my only one
And I'm all alone in a Mexican joint in Mesa Arizona