There's a doubt
Like a plague
Burning down skyscrapers
In my brain
She says she knows everything
Except my name

We saw the ocean from the East coast
Coming for Coney Island
And all the freak-show ghosts
There's nothing to it, she says
Puts her hands against the midnight sky
The summer that Elvis died

There was a feast of hearts
This little world was ours
And on that radio played
A song with your name

I took the wheel with one hand
And drove through the Rockies
Without a plan
I kissed the dust from your lips
Then you kissed the Rio Grand

We saw the rivers and the black seas
Somewhere in Arizona
Was a Joshua tree
She said she loved me
What was I supposed to believe?

There was a feast of hearts
This little world was ours
And on that radio played
A song with your name

There was nothing to say
So I said something wrong
When there's something to lose,
Someone else to beat upon
There was nothing to say
Nothing to say
What took so long?

There was a feast of hearts
This little world was ours
And on that radio played
A song with your name

There was a feast of hearts
This little world was ours
And on that radio played
A song with your name

A song with your name