A Song Like That

We took a mortal roadtrip with West under construction
we had a good gas station map but we steered by intuition
I thought that I was some machine age brujo
and you were already pregnant though we did not know

you sat shotgun with your knees drawn up, your back against the window
you talked from Truckee to the Bay nonstop, til it all sounded like Basho
the breeze was slow like how you'd do me when we'd do
the sea was green like how you're eyes were blue

So make up your own version and don't get all offended
if mine has everything except the truth to recommend it
It made no sense the way it went the first time
So much betrayal and lies in your version and I'll but fire and trains in mine

So we got a place in Santa Cruz, you started waiting tables
and we barely paid the rent on time and I wrote when I was able
but the silence there grew smaller every day
I learned to live in it and had nothing to say

We had hunger, we had stars, you had her in September
and when she died the light went out, the world lost half its color
I think that's the last time I stayed up til dawn
sometimes it's almost cruel that life goes on

A Chinese landscape painting of the Blue Ridge near the Tri-cities
a double-exposed photograph where the the light is just like anti-freeze
It swirls bright and salty as the sea
and you lean in close cause you're in love with me

You make up your own version, it does not good to get offended
if mine has everything except the truth to recommend it
It's full of holes the way it goes the first time
so put betrayal and lies in your version but you're the fire and trains in mine