Quito

Hands grew heavy, feet grew thin

Don't know if I'll be back again

To my seven houses, tablets plugged in My magic carpet took the heavy wind

Down to levy, relieve city veins

To a one-eyed captain off the Gulf of Mexico To the beat up houses, I'm never gonna win Gold rush courier caught up again

I'm in Quito all the time Quito all the time

I'm in Quito all the time

Carcass on a scooter trying to fetch my mail Highway men patrolling passenger can't tell By the clothes I'm wearing, polo tucked in Dockers with a belt and a shit eating grin

I was leaning often to the west we were dreaming about They took my hands and they wrapped em up tight We're going back to the mean old houses

I'm in Quito all the time Quito all the time

Quito all the time