Bait Shop Blues

(mhm, yeah)

Cheap motel keycard outside the bait shop door Cold metal keys on

a concrete floor Down at the beach bar,

the bottles are aligned

Bartender knows what I want this time Pretends he doesn't see his

phone screen shine

(oh no)

But the screen glows red,

and the air is thick

Another tourist trap, another habit hard to kick

Fuego en la noche,

tears in the sand Lost in the rhythm of a foreign land

No me digas nothing,

let the beat expand

(dale, dale)

Dale, dale, dale, move it slow Underneath the tide,

let the feeling go (dale,

dale, dale, move it slow)

Two empty glasses, salt on the rim

The sky's getting heavy,

the headlights are dim

Your picture's fading but the beat goes on

Heartbroken tourist waiting for the dawn

(where did we go wrong?)

Fuego en la noche,

tears in the sand Lost in the rhythm of a foreign land

No me digas nothing,

let the beat expand

(dale,

dale)

Keycard in the dirt,

let it stay (away,

away) No more yesterday

(mhm, yeah)