Alamo Lyrics

I'm praying for the rain

Thumbing Rosary beads in vain

Imprinting sacred grains

Upon my skin

An ancient leaking window pane

Paints a holy water stain

A baptism from olden days

When God still favored men

I'm trying to lay some ground

On this rocky soil I'm bound

Oh San Antone mi madre

Your heart is stone

I can't restore this mission

To its pre-war condition

While all her ghosts are whisperin'

"You'll always be alone"

I'm trying not to shout

For the bullets have run out

And the canons sleep in silence

Surrounded by hotels

Was it rage that fueled the war

Or is this ground worth dying for?

What makes a temple sacred

Can also make it hell

I'm whitewashing graffiti

The cave art of the needy

Still huddled in clans around trashcans

To burn away the dark

I'm trying to find it it in my heart

To count myself blessed to play my part

A craftsman who has lost his art

But always leaves his mark

I'm trying to find my part

In this living piece of art

A tile in the mosaic

Of migrants and of kings

Is the aim to lose yourself

To carve your form to someone else

Defined and consumed by bigger things

I'm trying to figure out

What is tile and what is grout

And why the floor slopes slickly out

In front and in back

Does the concrete hold the plates in place

Or do the lines define the face

Is life about the smoothness or the cracks