Lyrics

[Verse 1] The volunteers, they come for your prayers And some souvenirs With ivory skin and boycott lessons Year after year [Chorus] Well, I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk Oh Cordova Where I cried and I cried I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have The things I didn't have [Verse 2] Now you come to me With revolution's infidelity With blacklisted friends and Tupperware kin And your big history [Chorus] Well, I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk Oh Cordova Where I cried and I cried I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have The things I didn't have [Verse 3] I memorize the lullabies Of dwindling lives The lay of the land, the touch of each hand We lose by and by [Chorus] I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk Oh Cordova Where I cried and I cried I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have The things I didn't have