Black cat crossed our path
On little fog feet
There’s crows riding beside my window
We left superstition on the roadside
A few cities ago
They spent our souls, maybe
But they didn’t take our smiles
We listen, we shake, the radio
There’s a sweet corn princess smiling
To the words on the glass
Remember we stopped for tamales last time?
But now the lights from the town
Are fading with radio
There’s another song playing