Stop at midnight
A cold cup of coffee
A magazine in a booth

When I Recognize
One of the angels
Sellin a coat
On the last page or two

She would act in my town
Worked for minimum wage
She once told me she slept
For an hour each day

Well she got her dream
I woke up in a motel
An hour East New Mexico
That southern heat
Got me tossin my sheets
Held my knees
Till the bathtub ran cold

Every damn nights
Like a Pamplona bull fight
Between where I can be
And should

If I shake like a bastard
It ain’t cause the water
Till I knock out
Like a McGregor hook

Drive through midnight
My brothers on the line
I don’t think I’ll be home in time
If that trial goes right
I’ll take you out on my dime
We’ll drink the peninsula dry

Get your coat clean
Try not to show
Your damn crooked teeth
We both know you’re guilty
Just don’t show it for the evening

He said
“I ain’t lookin sharp
But I’m just my type
And I’ll take you up
On that drink ‘nother time

That strain in your voice
I can hear when you’re tired
can hear you ain’t spoke
To Lianne in awhile.”

Don’t let her see
I woke up in a motel
In Texas. Arizona?
I’m not sure

She gets to me
Like El Paso heat
Knocks me out
Like a McGregor hook

Knocks me out like
No body else could