Wickenburg

I heard you come in
You saw the night mask I was wearing
You laid down too close
I rolled over you thought I spoke
"Wudya say?"
Posed real soft
"Shut the door
Today was real rough"

I heard you slip out
In the morning
2am we're being torn apart
By a wild wicked thing that thinks of no one but itself

And some run
And some cough
And some get out of there
And some get lost

I wouldn't mind
Getting lost with you
I wouldn't mind
That at all