I'm leaving southern Tucson
In the middle of the night
And how I reminisce to awake
And feel you on my right
But the time it seems
To hate me back
And I hope you feel me
And I catch you looking back
Familiar as a magazine
You've read from front to back
That song will put a spell on you
If you think of it too much
The music stored in your brain
Is adjacent to the space
where you feel love
My memory works just like the broken record spin
With you I'd like that chance again
But the time it seems
To hate me back
And I hope you feel me
And I catch you looking back
Familiar as a magazine
You've read from front to back
I'm leaving southern Tucson
In the middle of the night
And how I reminisce to awake
And feel you on my right
But the time it seems
To hate me back
And I hope you feel me
And I catch you looking back
Familiar as a magazine
You've read from front to back