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