One and one-half wandering Jews

Free to wander wherever they choose


Are traveling together in the Sangre de Cristo


The Blood of Christ Mountains of New Mexico




On the last leg of the journey


They started a long time ago

The arc of a love affair


Rainbows in the high desert air




Mountain passes slipping into stones


Hearts and bones


Hearts and bones

Hearts and bones





Thinking back to the season before

Looking back through the cracks in the door


Two people were married, the act was outrageous


The bride was contagious, she burned like a bride




These events may have had some effect


On the man with the girl by his side

The arc of a love affair


His hands rolling down her hair




Love like lightning shaking till it moans


Hearts and bones


Hearts and bones

Hearts and bones


Hearts and bones




She said, "Why, why don't we drive through the night?


We'll wake up down in Mexico


Oh I, I don't know nothin' about, nothin' about, no Mexico

And tell me why, why won't you love me for who I am, where I am?"





He said

"'Cause that's not the way the world is, baby


This is how I love you, baby

This is how I love you, baby"




One and one-half wandering Jews

Return to their natural courses


To resume old acquaintances and step out occasionally

And speculate who had been damaged the most




Easy time will determine if these consolations will be their reward

The arc of a love affair, waiting to be restored


You take two bodies and you twirl them into one

Their hearts and their bones, and they won't come undone




Hearts and bones

Hearts and bones

Hearts and bones


Hearts and bones