Mesa, Arizona 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