Splitter - Calexico

Through the gardens and fields ‘neath the tall green grass

You were walking ‘neath the moon while covering your tracks

Working your fingers down to the skin and stone

One hand on the hammer, one foot by the door

Pushed by the wind fed by the need for moving on

Moving on to nowhere

When division runs deep and down into the well

All the coins you dove after lost all their spell

Covered in moss walking for silver and blood

Out in the cafe, working in the grove

Guarding the port of the future you sold

Holding on, holding on to no one

Holding on, holding on to no one

One eye in the mirror, the other on the screen

Sewn in the pockets and down into the dream

Caught up in the mortar, bricks and heavy load

Wait in the shadows down the living road

Moving on, moving on to no one

Holding on, holding on to no one