Pacific Telephone

[Verse 1]
She get’s her high hopes down
The moon outsmarts the sun
And nothing really matters
Since the night I met her
In a dusty bar uptown
I like the way she sounded
Easy with the sailors
Flirting after hours

[Chorus]
Lucille’s got the face of an earthquake
Shaking, shaking
She takes off her dress in the misty
Morning, morning

[Verse 2]
I paid the man and drove
To some place down the coast
The landscape in the distance
Unfolded like a river
On the beach the sand was cold
My hands around her throat
Tried my best to show her
How dreams get turned to silver

[Chorus]
Lucille’s got the face of an earthquake
Shaking, shaking
She takes off her dress in the misty
Morning, morning