Letras: Tori Amos. Alamo.

Alamo, heard all about your fandango
Begged on my knees on your back door
Only to wake you to blues on the way
Blues on the way, blues on the way

Embarcadero, figures you'll see me as older
Twenty three hours, til' the border
Don't think I'll be going as fast as I came
Fast as I came, fast as I came

The tears on my pillow, of course they're not mine
Alter that altar, make it a play
Somebody invent the telephone line
I'll take my chances

Alamo, wish I could do what God does
Heard that the stars were in order
God himself dealt a hand with two Queen of Spades
And blues on the way, blues on the way

Tears on my pillow, of course they're not mine
Alter that altar, make it a play
Somebody just, somebody invent the telephone line
I'll take my chances