Casitas

I've been counting my blessings
When I drive to the west side
I payed for my lessons, now
I'm gonna get made right

The lines we carved in these streets
On the back of his Tacoma
From the foothills to the mesa
When we were wide open
Run though me and are now sealed
By your lighter burns

And I can't feel
The way you were before
You pulled the dice from your purse
And said lets go
Threw your tips on the ground
And rolled

Every night you danced and wept upon
That cold Sandia sunset
All the loners from the neighborhood
Would gather round the skate ramp
And the dice would roll and the wine would flow
And I remember you off center of it all
Singing along

From casita to casita
By each alley between
To all of them house shows
In the backyard of the Bungalow
Could you take me there buddy
Will you take me there friend
And we'll pour out some Bay Bridge
For all the homies that we left there

And roll those bones
Perhaps a song
I hope you're doin better
I wanna see you more often

Every night you danced and wept upon
That cold Sandia sunset
With your friends that work the diner
Who got Zias, hoops, and eyeliner
And for Día de los Muertos
You was all wrapped in denim
With the acid on your tongue
Like the Virgen come among us

You've got a kiddo now
A daughter of
The city I love