Jeffrey Foucault – Mesa, Arizona lyrics

All alone in a Mexican joint
In Mesa, Arizona
With a mariachi band
On the jukebox
And an empty Corona
And the sun gone down
In the pale thin pink
There's no one to talk to
All I can think
Is your eyes are full of train smoke
And your mouth tastes like rain
And I know when I know nothing
I will always know your name
You're my one and only one
You're my only one
Out here working
In the neon lights
Where the temperature is falling
It's hotel coffee
Red-eye flights and Honey
I'm your midnight ringer calling
And the snow comes down
From this desert sky
And I tell everybody something
But it's usually good-bye
But not you you're my one
You're my only one
Only one I want to talk to
Only one I know to call
Only one who's going to catch me
When my pride leads to a fall
You're the sky all full of starlings
And an ax blade shining in the sun
You're the angel touched a coal
Against my lips
You're my only one
Reel to reel
The country rolls
And the towns slide by
Like ghost repeaters
Of faded billboards & big-box stores
Like a movie of an empty theater
You look around and wonder
When the seams are going to fail
And how dear the cost of living
Where everything's for sale
Except you you're my one
You're my only one
And I'm all alone
In a Mexican joint
In Mesa, Arizona