San Fidel

San Fidel We couldn’t predict the weather San Fidel We couldn’t keep it together San Fidel (Fidel Fidel Fidel Fidel) San Fidel When the tourists go home We’ll plaster the bone Make do with what’s been forgotten When the winter comes We’ll be speaking in tongues God only knows what we’re in for Look down fresh-laid two lane Tell me nothing will change San Fidel San Fidel We never came out the wiser San Fidel The desert makes us all liars San Fidel (Fidel Fidel Fidel Fidel) San Fidel When the map moves on We’ll craft a new con You can be the mark that I fall for When the stars won’t come out We’ll drown all the doubt Swimming in the acequia Look down fresh-laid two lane Tell me nothing will change Call me by my real name Tell me nothing will change Stand up straight under the shame Tell me nothing will change Promise me Promise me nothing San Fidel San Fidel San Fidel San Fidel San Fidel We never came out the wiser San Fidel The desert makes us all liars