Bottom Of The World - Alejandro Escovedo

Austin’s changed, it’s true

Show me what hasn’t

Tonight the TV’s throwing colors on the wall

As watches cities of the world reduced to ashes

From where I sit, at the bottom of the world

Oh, there used to be a phone booth

Down here on every corner

He used to call me up just to say my name

But now anybody get is a busy signal

No I can’t call home, from the bottom of the world

She said, hey paper boy

Don’t you think it’s time you delivered

I said say the word, your wish is my command

You may think you know all there is to know about me

You might think the beast is in the cage

But everything you see is just an illusion

It’s about to get real, at the bottom of the world

Oh, hey little boy, little boy you look a little frightened

For these awful kind of streets for walking alone

So why don’t you get yourself home back to Houston

I don’t think you’re ready, for the bottom of the world

No I don’t think you’re ready, for the bottom of the world