Cordova

The volunteers come for your prayers And some souvenirs With ivory skin and boycott lessons Year after year Well, I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk Oh Cordova Where I cried and I cried I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have The things that I didn't have Now you come to me With revolution's infidelity With blacklisted friends and Tupperware kin And your big history Well, I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk Oh Cordova Where I cried and I cried I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have The things that I didn't have I memorize the lullabies Of dwindling lives The lay of the land, the touch of each hand We lose by and by I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk Oh Cordova Where I cried and I cried I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have The things that I didn't have