The Armadillo Sleeps Tonight

The Texas morning sun will burn me
While I stand on Guadalupe
To gaze upon the college flesh
And dream of armadillo soup.

Can you ignore each day I lose
Or who I did or didn't see
Or notice that my magic harp
Has played its final symphony?

I'd like to turn my face around
And hide my bloodshot eyes from all
The campuses you made it with.
I'd like to turn around and fall

As you ignore each day I lose
Or who I could or couldn't be.
The sidewalk burns your naked feet
And still you walk away from me.

The armadillo sleeps tonight
About to burst at every seam.
The cars keep coming north while you
Are strapped into some wanton dream

Just to ignore each day I lose
While I sit here and drink my tea.
I watch you take the devil's hand
In a marriage for eternity,
Happy that you mention me.