(Jesse Valenzuela, Jim Swafford)

You can see it in her letters
On the paper with her pen
Her response is getting stranger
I think she's coming round again
Tell me Mrs. Rita
What's it say in my tarot
Read my palm and tell me
Why do lovers come and go
Is she coming round for me once again
Around or was that just the end
I just hope she's coming round again
I've been keeping myself busy

She came to L.A. all the way from Boston town
She wound up on the screen where I saw her goin' down
Now I can't see you, I can't see you at all
No I don't know you, I don't know you at all
I bought her films, yeah I bought all her magazines
And I watched her every move until I saw her in my dreams
Now I can't stand it, see you caught from behind
No I don't know you, girl you gotta be mine

(Jesse Valenzuela)

Meet me out past the cottonwoods where we ran as kids
Straight out past the cemetery where the river turns to ditch
This car I'm driving can't drive me fast enough
Thirty miles of potholed roads got me shaking like a drunk
Straight back far away a long ways from here
Just south of nowhere
Static on the radio gave out five miles back

Party girls between the sheets
She can't show that much to me
I'd rather drink until I see
Angels tonight
I had a girl I thought was mine
I wised up and just in time
Such wisdom makes these sluts look like
Angels tonight...
As we collide as the lights go out
There's someone else she thinks about
It's all for the best that I can't figure out
Angels tonight...

I’ve lost my mind
On what I’d find
And all of the pressure that I left behind
On Allison Road

Fools in the rain
If the sun gets through
Fire’s in the heaven of the eyes I knew
On Allison Road

Dark clouds fall in when the moon was near
Birds fly by A.M. in her bedroom stare
There's no tellin’ what I might find
I couldn’t see I was lost at the time...

On Allison Road