Santa Rosa

In little Santa Rosa, I got Christmas chili
There was something about the waitress, I felt like she knew me
We were seated around the table, napkins all unfolded
I'd been needing coffee since we packed up this morning

I looked behind the counter, saw three crosses behind the pies
It all felt as familiar as the place I'd left behind
Someone bought a postcard, someone bummed a smoke
Someone lit that cigarette, then I bummed a toke

I've been wandering
I've been moving
But I have never been afraid to take your hand
And I love you
But you don't need it
Honey, you're grounded
Your feet know where to stand

So if you pass through Santa Rosa down in New Mexico
Treat yourself to breakfast at the old Comet Dos