Вершы: Calexico. The Black Light. The Ride (Part II).

Beneath the neon hub of downtown
the local hotel ghosts blow back around
descend on those drugstore cowboy nights
cling to the bar, then disappear from sight

back to the daily regime
where the late night graveyard shift dampens your dreams
bitten by the desire and the spell
that leaves you stranded out
on the other side of town