Calexico
 Drenched
 (Joey Burns)


 Riding through nostalgia, shaking memories by the mile
 the city lights are closing in on him
 the distance grows shorter for a while

 He wonders what dreams fill her heart
 and wonders if what they had could ever be sparked
 "The roads never lead where they're supposed to go,"
 that's what he tells himself before he lets it go.

 Out on the cold grey plain, sunken on the side of the road
 the words bleed off the page, the letter becomes well-soaked
 "No more turning backwards," he says, as he drives off in the rain
 ventures on up through the Colorades and settles under the rock
 and pines, and stakes claim

 Still he wonders what what dreams fill her heart
 and wonders if what they had could ever be sparked
 the roads never lead where they're supposed to go

 They just twist 'round and 'round the flame
 the eyes closing, the heart retains
 a bit of a spark before it fades away
 that's where he gets lost and drifts off alone
 and what he tells himself..."Better let it go."