One and one-half wandering jewsFree to wander wherever they chooseAre travelling togetherIn the sangre de cristoThe blood of christ mountainsOf new mexicoOn the last leg of the journeyThey started a long time agoThe arc of a love affairRainbows in the high desert airMountain passes slipping into stonesHearts and bonesHearts and bonesHearts and bonesThinking back to the season beforeLooking back through the cracks in the doorTwo people were marriedThe act was outrageousThe bride was contagiousShe burned like a brideThese events may have had some effectOn the man with the girl by his sideThe arc of a love affairHis hands rolling down her hairLove like lightning shaking till it moansHearts and bonesHearts and bonesHearts and bonesAnd whoa whoa whoaShe said why?Why dont we drive through the nightAnd well wake up down in mexicoOh iI dont know nothin about nothinAbout mexicoAnd tell me whyWhy wont you love meFor who I amWhere I amHe said:cause thats not the way the world is babyThis is how I love you, babyThis is how I love you, babyOne and one-half wandering jewsReturned to their natural coastsTo resume old acquaintancesStep out occasionallyAnd speculate who had been damaged the mostEasy time will determine if these consolationsWill be their rewardThe arc of a love affairWaiting to be restoredYou take two bodies and you twirl them into oneTheir hearts and their bonesAnd they wont come undoneHearts and bonesHearts and bonesHearts and bonesHearts and bones