Tori Amos
Alamo
oh, Alamo
heard all about your fandango
banged on my knees, on your back door
only to wake you, to blues on the way
blues on the way, Blues on the way
Embarcadero
figures you'll see me as a older
23 hours till the border
don't think I'll be going as fast as I came
fast as I came, fast as I came,
tears on my pillow
of course they're not mine
alter that altar
make it a play
somebody invent the telephone line
I'll take my chances
Alamo
wish I could do what God does
heard that the stars were in order
God you served out a hand with two queen of spades
and blues on the way
blues on the way
tears on my pillow
of course theyr'e not mine
alter that altar
make him a plane
somebody, just somebody, invent the telephone line
I'll take mine
my chances
