[Verse 1]
The volunteers, they come for your prayers
And some souvenirs
With ivory skin and boycott lessons
Year after year

[Chorus]
Well, I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk
Oh Cordova
Where I cried and I cried
I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have
The things I didn't have

[Verse 2]
Now you come to me
With revolution's infidelity
With blacklisted friends and Tupperware kin
And your big history

[Chorus]
Well, I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk
Oh Cordova
Where I cried and I cried
I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have
The things I didn't have
[Verse 3]
I memorize the lullabies
Of dwindling lives
The lay of the land, the touch of each hand
We lose by and by

[Chorus]
I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk
Oh Cordova
Where I cried and I cried
I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have
The things I didn't have