Текст песни Hum - Santa Ana Hears

Do you wanna ride shotgun to (Venice/Vegas/???)?
Do you swear to handle me with care?
I saw your acid bath drained too slow
And it left a ring of violence in your head
You know it ain't true about the customized high in Tucson
And the jetpack that won't leave a trace here in the sand
It's a lie about the water, and the fresh horse
And the Navajo girl traces sundown in your hand
The moon hangs low tonight in tandem
With the Chisos here between us and Mexico
But we are lost and we stand silent
And think about snow with the cocaine low and a long long way to go
Santa Ana's winds have come and gone
And her and I still drift along
Santa Ana, lend an ear, and hear the prayer that god slept through this Sunday
About a storm that is coming in