Pacific Telephone

[Verse 1] She get’s her high hopes down The moon outsmarts the sun And nothing really matters Since the night I met her In a dusty bar uptown I like the way she sounded Easy with the sailors Flirting after hours [Chorus] Lucille’s got the face of an earthquake Shaking, shaking She takes off her dress in the misty Morning, morning [Verse 2] I paid the man and drove To some place down the coast The landscape in the distance Unfolded like a river On the beach the sand was cold My hands around her throat Tried my best to show her How dreams get turned to silver [Chorus] Lucille’s got the face of an earthquake Shaking, shaking She takes off her dress in the misty Morning, morning