St. Modesto   You were the ground line humming   You were the thread of fire upon this night      You could feel the living   You staggered and blew your money   A summery tailwind there upon our heels   Ooh, me and you, me and you      Down the valley   You'd drag me along for measure   The boredom was deafening at any speed      Still I could hear your breathing   You were as loud as the engine's gravel   Winding through Altamont, towards the sea   Ooh, you and me      If you're the one who can save this broken wreck   Then this is the end, we'll be through soon I suspect   Don't argue, these are facts      San Francisco   Eighty and four miles later   We were the vapor trails among the hills      There above us   An antenna of God, a broadcast   The table of contents right down through the trees   We were the pixels on the fallen leaves, oh, what do we do?      Are you the one   Who can save this gory mess?   I know you're a friend   You've been right and true I guess, I guess      I know you'd take one on the chin   You'd take it in the teeth for me   We are a team, but we are untied      I'm sinking with the weight of all the things I cannot do   But when I'm losing it, when I'm losing it   I know you're losing it too      St. Modesto   You were the guitar I'm strumming   You were the power cord that made the light