The rattlesnakes and fireflies
Are stranded at the border
Between you and me,
And the static on the radio
Is preaching to the children
Of infinity.
We stay up late to speak in tongues
And redefine the boundaries
Of sanity,
Swaying to the sounds of "Sister Ray",
But we never knew how vulnerable we were.
Andalucia,
I know you've been around,
You crazy girl.
Andalucia,
Your hands are on the wheel
But you're slippin'.
The greener grass we traded
For the mysteries of skinny hips
And confidence.
Well, the literary casualties
Were cool 'cause souls were hewn from vowels
And consonants,
Stabbed in the eyes by the spectacle of "Up the Beach",
And we never knew how vulnerable we were.
No, we never knew,
We never knew
That things get shattered,
Things get shaken,
Things get battered,
And things forsaken.
Things get spent
And things get spoken,
Things get bent
And things get broken.
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Andalucia,
I know you've been around,
You crazy girl.
Andalucia,
I know you've been around,
You crazy girl.
Andalucia,
Your hands are on the wheel
But you're slippin',
You're slippin'.
Andalucia,
I know you've been around,
You crazy girl.
