Andalucia

The rattlesnakes and fireflies

Are stranded at the border between you and me

And the static on the radio

Is preaching to the children of infinity

We stay up late to speak in tongues

And redefine the boundaries of sanity

Swaying to the sound of “Sister Ray”

But we never knew how vulnerable we were

Andalucia I know you've been around

You're crazy girl

Andalucia your hands are on the wheel

But you're slipping

The greener grass we traded

For the mysteries of skinny hips and confidence

And the literary casualties were cool

Because souls are hewn from vowels and consonants

Stabbed in the eyes by the spectacle of “Up the Beach”

And we never knew how vulnerable we were

No we never knew that

Things get battered

Things get shaken

Things get tattered

And things forsaken

Things get spent

And things get spoken

Things get bent

And things get broken

Andalucia I know you've been around

You're crazy girl

Andalucia I know you've been around

You're crazy girl

Andalucia your hands are on the wheel

But you're slipping, you're slipping

Andalucia I know you've been around

You're crazy girl.