I'm leaving southern Tucson In the middle of the night And how I reminisce to awake And feel you on my right But the time it seems To hate me back And I hope you feel me And I catch you looking back Familiar as a magazine You've read from front to back That song will put a spell on you If you think of it too much The music stored in your brain Is adjacent to the space where you feel love My memory works just like the broken record spin With you I'd like that chance again But the time it seems To hate me back And I hope you feel me And I catch you looking back Familiar as a magazine You've read from front to back I'm leaving southern Tucson In the middle of the night And how I reminisce to awake And feel you on my right But the time it seems To hate me back And I hope you feel me And I catch you looking back Familiar as a magazine You've read from front to back