Lonesome New Mexican Nights

I sent the message when i left yesterday
From the station back in santa fe
That when the 619 comes around
I’ll be found
Hey hey hey
I know that leaving seemed right
But on lonesome new mexican nights
I’ve been lost on familiar streets
And counting the weeks
I never put a quarter into a phone
It would just give him a chance to say no
But when the 619 comes around
I’ll be found