Calexico

Gilbert works alone, late into the night
Dangling from a freeway overpass
He's welding rebar and sculpting concrete
They're paving in the gap way out west
Off in the distance the sleeping city shines
Raises his mask to take a look
Slips from the perch still holding onto his torch
I see him falling just like a burning star
Out of control mmmmmm mmmmmm
And heading way of course mmmmmmm mmmmmm
Waking up confused in a bed of thorn
And a world turn upside down
No questionasked no party ever surched
Like a blip Gilbert slips into the void
A rustle nearby and vision appears
Made from saquaro boots and rib
She takes ahold of his prickly hand
And together they stand
Walk on through the ruins of a world
That lost control...
Em C Am F....
The most beautiful song
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