Tularosa

We've come so far
To lose our way.
We talk too much
We got nothing more to say.
Down on our knees
We've forgotten how to pray.
Welcome to midnight
In a smoky bar in Tularosa

Love is a pathless land--
You journey on and on.
I'm like an old racehorse
Runnin' on the outside rail too long.
Maybe the long way round
Is the shortest way home.
Must be true--James Joyce said that
In a bar in Tularosa.

Tularosa
You old ghost, yer.
I'm all alone--I'm so alone.
I'll sing the old songs
Deep in my blood and bones.
Maybe the long way round
Is the shortest way home.
So what's the plot?
Please tell me how your story ends.

People don't really die for love of truth, do they?
They wanna close their eyes and sing and pretend.
You've read all the great works of literature.
You don't know a damn thing about love, my little friend.
Pull up a stool. Welcome to happy hour in Tularosa.

Tularosa.
You old ghost, yer.
I'm all alone--I'm all alone.
I'll sing the old songs
Deep in my blood and bones.
Maybe the long way round
Is the shortest way back home.

Tularosa.
Tularosa.
Tularosa.