Texty: Tori Amos. Other. Alamo.

Alamo, heard all about your fandango.
Banged on my knees on your back door.
Only to wake you to blues on the way...
Blues on the way... Blues on the way.

Embarcar... figures you'll see me as older...
Twenty-three hours 'til the border...
Don't think I'll be going as fast as I came...
Fast as I came... Fast as I came...


Tears on my pillow- of course they're not mine,
Alter that altar, making a play.
Somebody invent the telephone line.
I'll take mine, my chances, uham...


Huh-Alamo, wish I could do what gold does.
Heard that the stars were in order.
Got yourself dealt a hand with two queen of spades,
And blues on the way... Blues on the way...


Tears on my pillow- of course they're not mine,
Alter that altar, making a play.
Somebody just... Somebody invent the telephone line.
I'll take my ah... chances.