Calexico

Service & repair

On the outskirts
of expansion,
looking out from Blueprint peak
The flow is flooding
of urban settlers
panning through rivers running dry.

Numbers
roll on in,
smiling
a lottery grin,
a sadness
blurs the eye...
It's just a matter of time
in they're moving on
It's just a matter of time
before they're moving on
Doesn't take much time
for plans to go wrong
and chase another ghost
of a chance.

In the shadow
of chain-store ghost towns
where no one walks the streets at night,
the silent nation
hooked on medication,
stares into a blue flickering light.

the young
drift off alone
and the old
are whisked away
and prospects
keep looking up,
but the line is getting long
on the lost highway,
the line's getting longer
on the lost highway
Doesn't take much time
for plans to go astray
and chase another ghost
of a chance

They say
deep down inside,
lie properties
of a healing kind,
If so
it'd better come around soon
and do a little bit of service and repair
do a little bit of service and repair
do a little more service and repair

Doesn't take much time
for plans to change
and offer up another chance
for a little bit more service
and repair
do a little bit more service
and repair
Doesn't take much time
for plans to change
and offer up another chance
at sewing the dream better suited
for both soul
and soil.