Santa Fe (Live)

You picked up a broken bottle
 In case anyone gave us any trouble
 And we walked all the way back to Cortez
 You sang help me dear doctor
 At the top of your lungs
 You'd been soaking up drink like a sponge
 Little boy down the street
 We all heard you mournfully
 Call again and again for Roberta
 Roberta
 The mountain towns burned red
 Consumed by a sunset
 I'd be happy disappearing under colors like that
 And I fell in love with trains,
 Haunted by the old refrain
 You ride the Southern, I'll ride the Santa Fe
 Santa Fe
 It was wrong of me to leave
 'Cause I couldn't stand a perfect thing
 But I was too young to know any better
 And I'd give the world if it were mine
 To let these memories slip my mind
 And wake up next to you one more time
 One more time