Besedila: Calexico. Drenched.

Riding through nostalgia, shaking memories by the mile
The city lights are closing in on him
And the distance grows shorter for a while

Still he wonders what dreams fill her heart
And wonders if what they had could ever be sparked
The roads never lead where they're supposed to go
That's what he tells himself before he lets it go

Out on the cold gray plain, sunken on the side of the road
The words bleed off the page, the letter becomes well soaked
"No more turning backwards", he says, as he drives on, off in the rain
Ventures on up through the Colorado's and settles under the rock
Pines and stakes claim

He wonders what dreams fill the heart
And wonders if what they had could ever be sparked
The roads never lead where they're supposed to go

They just twist 'round and 'round the flame
The eyes closing, the heart retains
A bit of a spark before it fades away
That's where he gets lost and drifts off alone
And what he tells himself, "Better let it go"