We've come so far To lose our way. We talk too much We got nothing more to say. Down on our knees We've forgotten how to pray. Welcome to midnight In a smoky bar in Tularosa
Love is a pathless land-- You journey on and on. I'm like an old racehorse Runnin' on the outside rail too long. Maybe the long way round Is the shortest way home. Must be true--James Joyce said that In a bar in Tularosa.
Tularosa You old ghost, yer. I'm all alone--I'm so alone. I'll sing the old songs Deep in my blood and bones. Maybe the long way round Is the shortest way home. So what's the plot? Please tell me how your story ends.
People don't really die for love of truth, do they? They wanna close their eyes and sing and pretend. You've read all the great works of literature. You don't know a damn thing about love, my little friend. Pull up a stool. Welcome to happy hour in Tularosa.
Tularosa. You old ghost, yer. I'm all alone--I'm all alone. I'll sing the old songs Deep in my blood and bones. Maybe the long way round Is the shortest way back home.