From the recording Line, Rope, Etc.


Drove south of Tijuana
Stopped my car on the beach
I watched those waves roll like words off a tongue
Living language
God's subtle speech
Got me a bottle of Juarez
Drank like the world would just burn
What I was doing
The things I had done
Was nobody else's concern
Out of sight
Out of mind
Short on money and time
Alone at the edge of the world
I had my cards on a table that I couldn't turn
Now I'm scattering ashes of bridges I've burned