Spokes - Calexico

Started talking

To a couple of wedded strangers

Sitting down on motorcycles

Who passed on the highway

Stepped into

The service station

Took a piss, got water

Bought fuel to ride

Blood is flowing

And mountains are blurring

There is something stirring

Way down inside

Barely know

My homebase home

Seems i’m rarely there

For any share of time

The neighborhood’s the same

They all remember my name

Holding no reservations

The newness is wearing in

Checked my eyes to see if they had spokes

See if they are moving

See if they had spokes

See if there is somewhere else to ride

Barely know

My airbase home

Seems i’m rarely there

For any share of time

Before i ride