Lyrics

On the way to Arizona
with a suitcase full of nothing.
Lucid stories, tentative lies--
I hope you don't mind, that's all I have got to offer.
From the cockpit, the pilot's smooth voice.
A shot of vodka from the waitress's tray.
Hope is beyond me, the world's below me.
From my seat I'm mapping out the landscape.

The world is checkered fields and solid, curving lines.
The snowy mountains are sublime.
I'm glad to live and bleed and sing most of the time
but if this plane would crash, I probably wouldn't mind.

You love me best when I'm on a mission.
Can you believe in my bad decisions?
Everyone's grown up and moved away
but I'm still sitting in my little room
begging you to play with me.

We climb the rocks until we're ten thousand feet tall,
move with the panoramic scene.
In Arizona there's no safety net at all
and only canyons' mouths will catch you when you fall.

This story's fading. We're going extinct.
We've got a few good years.
I could survive if I'd stop caring what you think but you are
ever-present as the tumbleweeds
blowing all around me.

It's like a movie screen that never fades to black,
the climax reeling in our brains.
We ride into the sunset but the sunset hesitates.
If you'd ever loved me you'd be singing my refrain.

On the way home from Arizona
I close my eyes and try to sleep.