Man Made Lake

Man Made Lake - Calexico

I'm gonna walk these streets

Of cold concrete

Like I'm a ghost

Searching for it's grave

Then I'll dwell

By the edge

Of this man made

Lake

And descend

Into the city

That holds

No place for me

But the streets

With no stir of life

And all the houses on the streets

Are wholly submerged

Then I'll gather

The leaves

From the cell phone trees

And return them

To their place

And pretend someone's calling

For me

Someone's calling for me

Someone's calling for me

Someone's calling