Indigo Girls - Cordova Lyrics
words and music by amy rayThe volunteers come for your prayersand some souvenirs,With ivory skin and boycott lessonsYear after year.Well I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk,Oh Cordova.Where I cried and I cried,I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have,The things that I didn't have.Now you come to meWith revolution's infidelity,With blacklisted friends and tupperware kin,And your big history.Well I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk,Oh Cordova.Where I cried and I cried,I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have,The things that I didn't have.I memorize the lullabiesof dwindling lives.The lay of the land, the touch of each handWe lose by and by.I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk,Oh Cordova.Where I cried and I cried,I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have,The things that I didn't have.