Texty: Calexico. Low Expectations.

Started talking
To a couple of wedded strangers
Sitting down on motorcycles
Who passed on the highway

Stepped into
The service station
Took a piss, got water
Bought fuel to ride

Blood is flowing
And mountains are blurring
There is something stirring
Way down inside

Barely know
My home base home
Seems I'm rarely there
For any share of time

The neighborhood's the same
They all remember my name
Holding no reservations
The newness is wearing in

Checked my eyes to see if they had spokes
See if they are moving
See if they had spokes
See if there is somewhere else to ride

Barely know
My airbase home
Seems I'm rarely there
For any share of time
Before I ride