New River Jib

[Verse 1]
"Past the fence by the New River bridge," he said, "just after ten."
"Got that piloncillo cone from La Bodega, you bring the gin?"
She laughed, a sound like gravel turning in a dusty jar,
"You really think some old-town superstition gets you far?"

[Chorus]
He said, "Let's tack against this desert wind tonight."
"Find a new star, navigate by its light."
"One little piece of mischief, held against the flow."
"And watch the way this current wants to go."

[Verse 2]
"Abuela swore you can't look back, not even for a sound."
He grinned, "My compass only points to forwarding ground."
"What if we ask for the same thing?" she whispered, leaning near,
The heat off the asphalt shimmered, "Now that's a fine idea."

[Chorus]
She sang, "Let's tack against this desert wind tonight."
"Find a new star, navigate by its light."
"One little piece of mischief, held against the flow."
"And watch the way this current wants to go."

[Bridge]
One hand on the railing, cold from the night air.
One hand on the sugar, like a half-said prayer.

[Chorus]
They sang, "Let's tack against this desert wind tonight."
"Find a new star, navigate by its light."
"One little piece of mischief, held against the flow."
"And watch the way this current wants to go."

[Outro]
"Alright," she said. "Let's go about."
"Ándale pues," he whispered out.