Hearts and Bones
One and one-half wandering JewsFree to wander wherever they chooseAre traveling togetherIn the Sangre de ChristoThe Blood of Christ MountainsOf New MexicoOn the last leg of a journeyThey started a long time agoThe arc of a love affairRainbows in the high desert airMountain passes slipping into stoneHearts and bonesHearts and bonesHearts and bones
Thinking back to the season beforeLooking back through the cracks in the doorTwo people were marriedThe act was outrageousThe bride was contagiousShe burned like a brideThese events may have had some effectOn the man with the girl by his sideThe arc of a love affairHis hands rolling down her hairLove like lightning, shaking till it moansHearts and bonesHearts and bonesHearts and bones
And whoa whoa, whoaShe said, “Why?Why don’t we drive through the night?We’ll wake up down inMexico”Oh, II don’t know nothin’ about, nothin’ noMexico“And tell me whyWhy won’t you love meFor who I amWhere I am?”
He said, “Cause that’s not the way the world is, babyThis is how I love you, babyThis is how I love you, baby
One and one-half wandering JewsReturned to their natural coastsTo resume old acquaintancesAnd step out occasionallyAnd speculate who had been damaged the mostEasy time will determine if these consolationsWill be their rewardThe arc of a love affair
Waiting to be restoredYou take two bodies and you twirl them into oneTheir hearts and their bonesAnd they won’t come undoneHearts and bonesHearts and bonesHearts and bones