You picked up a broken bottle
In case anyone gave us any trouble
And we walked all the way back to Cortez


You sang "Help me, dear doctor"
At the top of your lungs

You'd been soaking up drink like a sponge

Little boy down the street

We all heard you mournfully
Call again and again for Roberta
Roberta


The mountain towns burned red
Consumed by a sunset

I'd be happy disappearing under colours like that

And I fell in love with trains

Haunted by the old refrain
You ride the Southern, I'll ride the Santa Fe
Santa Fe


It was wrong of me to leave
'Cause I couldn't stand a perfect thing

But I was too young to know any better

And I'd give the world if it were mine

To let these memories slip my mind
And wake up next to you one more time
One more time