Spokes

Calexico

Started talking 
To a couple of wedded strangers 
Sitting down on motorcycles 
Who passed on the highway 

Stepped into 
The service station 
Took a piss, got water 
Bought fuel to ride 

Blood is flowing 
And mountains are blurring 
There is something stirring 
Way down inside 

Barely know 
My homebase home 
Seems I'm rarely there 
For any share of time 

The neighborhood's the same 
They all remember my name 
Holding no reservations 
The newness is wearing in 

Checked my eyes to see if they had spokes 
See if they are moving 
See if they had spokes 
See if there is somewhere else to ride 

Barely know 
My airbase home 
Seems I'm rarely there 
For any share of time 
Before I ride