Maybe Again in Mexico Lyrics

Finally August rain

Against dry grass crackling

When sticks break

I can hear her clacking

Chasing chickens

Off pages

At last August rain

And fried bass choking

Let's remain

Against stained glass and coffins

From here, you look painted

Saintly and frustrated

You were finite then and brave

Now faintly like the plaintiff

Defending the feeling as it fades

Sleep through my appetite,

Oh lord, let me be beautiful tonight.

Gasping and teary-eyed

Reflection disappears as the toilet bowl fills with bile

Masochistic nostalgia

It's easier now that things have changed

Barely recognize the doorstep

The backyard still looks the same.

I am the woman in the flooded basement

Immense weight of nagging unfamiliarity

Backstreets, names and faces

That I once described with some semblance of clarity.

How did it all get

So frail and frightfully irreversible?

Pretty women don't light their own cigarettes

But here I am

What am I tirelessly working for?