Machu Picchu I was climbing the stairs at Machu Pichu Found my cell phone and tried to reach you The sun went down on the MacDonald Bridge I found your carrots in my fridge There was never a job that I couldn't find my way out of There's beer in the bag on the kitchen table I'm just sitting here peeling the labels Have I lost that little spark that told me I can trust my heart That beer hits the spot ‘course the spot's about a mile wide I'll kiss your shoulders and kiss your back And all your special parts I lack I was sitting in a hot spring in Idaho Found a digital watch whose time went slow There was never a song that I couldn't sing my way out of I've been hitchin' and campin' and sufferin' in bars Thinking about more reliable cars I was ridin' in my sister's car, think I saw this minor star
She was leggy and lean, but didn't seem so special at all Saw the moon go staggering up my street He was drunk and lost with his face like meat I was always weary from the start Bound my pessimism to my art With occasional flutterings of a life sized heart I rode through town pushing a fog before me Gotta find a city where they all adore me Fuller Terrace you are the street You really got me on my feet I need a day so bright that I could barely speak And I need that day to last 'bout two or three weeks I was climbing the stairs at Machu Pichu Found my cell phone and tried to reach you The sun went down on the MacDonald Bridge I found your carrots in my fridge There was never a song that I couldn't sing my way out of