Texty: Calexico. The Ride (Part 2).

Beneath the neon hub of downtown
The local hotel ghosts blow back around
Descend on those drugstore cowboy nights
Cling to the bar, then disappear from sight

Head back to the daily regime
Where the late night graveyard shift dampens your dreams
Bitten by desire and the spell leaves you stranded out
On the other side of the town