Produced & Mixed by John Goodmanson
Recorded at Robert Lang Studios, Shoreline, WA
Mastered by Rick Fisher at RFI Mastering, Seattle, WA
Written by Peter Donovan
Performed by All The Real Girls
Eric Corson - Bass
Peter Donovan - Vocals, Guitar
Shelby Earl - Vocals
Steve Fisk - Keyboards
Erik Howk - Guitar
Jason McGerr - Drums, Percussion
Jim Roth - Guitar
"Las Cruces"
Verse One
It always seemed like such a long time ago
But I remember her well when the horizon stands in tow
I was careless and hopeful like a prospector town
She was fleeting and vibrant like a young girl's summer gown
Chorus
As I lay my head down, on this cheap motel bed
Visions of Josephine are dancing in my head
I pray to you, oh Lord, won't you climb down from your cross
And shepherd your chosen, shepherd your flock
Verse Two
She came like a thief with a basket full of thorns
Her eyes were fanatic and her finger nails so worn
She coveted everything I showed her that was bright
I said, "You take what you want, but you just gotta stay the night."
Bridge
It was really anybody's guess
What we'd find there in Las Cruces
Verse Three
In the morning I couldn't remember my own name
And she was guessing apostles like it was some kind of game
I told her, "Go on now and take what is yours,
There's oil paintings, gold teeth and myrrh."
