Stays in Mexico, One more is never enough His name was Steve, Her name was Gina, (Spoken) You've never been here before have you? They met at a bar called Caboapo Cantina, He was a salesman from South Dakota,

Nothingman... (2x) Nothingman... Isn't it something? Once divided...nothing left to subtract... Some words when spoken...can't be taken back... Walks on his own...with thoughts he can't help thinking... Future's above...but in the past he's slow and

You were the wind that let me go Who we are I'll never know But when we spoke I knew you well You knew me well You loved me through and through I never thought I would watch you leave us From a room as a kid I held so close I was a son made upon sand

This old routine will drive you mad It's just a mumble never spoken out loud So you come on home, walk through the door. She's in the kitchen searching through the drawers. So you stop and watch her and ask what she's looking for. She says she's not

And I would turn on the TV But it's so embarrassing To see all the other people I don't know what they mean And it was magic at first But now this world is gonna hurt Turn it around When they spoke without sound You better turn that thing down

I'm on the corner, waiting for a light to come on That's when I know that you're alone It's cold in the desert, water never sees the ground Special unspoken without sound You told me you loved me, that I'd never die alone Hand over your heart, let's go

Comfortable silence is so overrated We haven't spoke since you went away Why won't you ever say what you want to say? Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too Even my phone misses your call, by the way Woke up alone in this hotel

She only gets that way with me When I am all she needs She ain't shy She's outspoken boy She always speaks her mind Except those quiet little moments And I hold her tenderly She don't cry Some how she seems to keep it all inside

All of this can be broken Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground. I might be apart of this Ripple on water from a lonesome drip A fallen tree that witness me Him and me. the life its self can not aspire To have someone be so admired

Three pistols came and three people went, on their way 'Cause I think I'm ready But my hands are steady Three pistols strong and three people spent Well Tom Thompson came paddling past I'm pretty sure it was him And he spoke so softly in accordance With