You can see it in her letters
On the paper with her pen
Her response is getting stronger
I think she’s coming round again
Tell me Mrs. Rita
What’s it say in my tarot
Read my palm and tell me
Why do lovers come and go
Is she coming round for me once again
Around or was that just the end
I just hope she’s coming round again
I’ve been keeping myself busy
With my books and with my tapes
Every day’s much better
Since I’ve slowed my drinking pace
There’s no swimming in the bottle
It’s just someplace we all drown
I lost myself in sorrow
lost my confidence in doubt
Is she coming ’round for me once again
Around or was that just the end
I just hope she’s coming round again
Get in the car and drive through town
Down the block and back around
Pretending that she’s there with me we drive
Gone forever...
My patience keeps me plaintive
My high hopes keep me alone
My lover’s will is shaken
I wish she would just come home
So tell me Mrs. Rita
What’s it say in my tarot
Read my palm and tell me
Why do lovers come and go
Is she coming round for me once again
Around or was that just the end
I just hope she’s coming round again

ALLISON ROAD (3:18)
(Robin Wilson)

I’ve lost my mind on what I’d find
And all of the pressure that I left behind
On Allison Road
Fools in the rain if the sun gets through
Fire’s in the heaven of the eyes I knew
On Allison Road
Dark clouds file in when the moon is near
Birds fly by A.M. in her bedroom stare
There was no tellin’ what I might find
I couldn’t see I was lost at the time...
Yeah I didn’t know I was lost at the time
On Allison Road
So she fills up her sails with my wasted breath
And each one’s more wasted than the other you can bet
On Allison Road
Now I can’t hide so why not drive
I know I want to love her but I can’t decide
On Allison Road
I didn’t know I was lost at the time
So I went looking for an exit sign
All I wanted to find tonight...

ANGELS TONIGHT (3:34)
(Doug Hopkins)

Party girls between the sheets
She can’t show that much to me
I’d rather drink until I see
Angels tonight
I had a girl I thought was mine
I wised up and just in time
Such wisdom makes these sluts look like
Angels tonight...
As we collide as the lights go out
There’s someone else she thinks about
It’s all the best that I can’t figure out
Angels tonight...
Party girls between the sheets
She can’t show that much to me
I’d rather drink until I see
Angels tonight
I had a girl I thought was mine
I wised up and just in time
Such wisdom makes these sluts look like
Angels tonight...

JUST SOUTH OF NOWHERE (3:26)
(Jesse Valenzuela)

Meet me out past the cottonwoods where we ran as kids
Straight out past the cemetery where the river turns to ditch
This car I’m driving can’t drive me fast enough
Thirty miles of potholed roads got me shaking like a drunk
Straight back far away a long ways from here
Just south of nowhere
Static on the radio gave out five miles back
And I’m singing some old Marshalls song just for laughs
My head aches from cigarettes my eyes are edged with sleep
Meet out past the muddy ditch beneath the palos verdes trees
Straight back far away a long ways from here
Just south of nowhere
Monday morning takes me back to where I have to be
Full of half assed-promises this shit just ain’t for me
Meet me out past the cottonwoods where we ran as kids
Straight out past the cemetery where the river turns to ditch
Straight back far away a long ways from here
Just south of nowhere...

KELI RICHARDS (3:04)
(Doug Hopkins, Bill Leen)

She came to L.A. all the way from Boston town
She wound up on the screen where I saw her goin’ down
Now I can’t see you
I can’t see you at all
No I don’t know you
I don’t know you at all
I bought her films, yeah I bought all her magazines
And I watched her every move until I saw her in my dreams
Now I can’t stand it
See you caught from behind
No I don’t know you
Girl you gotta be mine
Keli Richards come on...
Well I bought a gun, there’s just one thing left to do
Now I can’t make up my mind it comes down to me or you
Now I can’t see you
I can’t see you at all
No I don’t know you
I don’t know you at all
Keli Richards come on...