IRM (Sunset Sound Session)

If I had my way

I'd cross the desert to the sea

Learn to speak in tongues something

That makes sense to you and me

I'd like to unplug the phone

Sending messages with a mirror

Stand on the old plateau

With a satellite dish and Geronimo's ghost

Down in the Rio Del Sol

I sunk my suitcase alone

Filed up the Amazon

With snakes and vines and ropes for my clothes

Me And Jane Doe and Rousseau

We've got nowhere to go

Walking through cactus and stones

Down in the city so cold

Shining like razors in the sun

You can go there anytime that you like

And try to find happiness from a gun