She came from Austin, TexasShe liked his custom vanAnd his pitbull FrancisEven when he took a chunk out of her handThey liked to dance in the desert and screw in the sandHe said they'd always be togetherBut when her belly got big she never saw him againOne and one ends up to be threeDon't need to have love, don't need to be sweetBut when the air gets heavy and it's hard to breatheThe women get stuck, the men just leaveThey were high school sweethearts from Portland, MaineHe was a writers block poetAnd though she'd never read a line she still had faithThey ended up in La Jolia, she sold Mary KayHe dreamed about getting publishedAnd when her belly got big he ran awayOne and one ends up to be threeDon't need to have love, don't need to be sweetBut when the air gets heavy and it's hard to breatheThe women get stuck and the men just leaveThere's a place in the desert where the men all meetThey park their vans in the shadeTalk about Kerouac and the works of the BeatsLet their dogs play together, drink beer and they singThey've all got a secret treasureWallet picture in their pocketOf the kids they never seeOne and one ends up to be threeDon't need to have love, don't need to be sweetBut when the air gets heavy and it's hard to breatheThe women get stuck, the men just leaveMen just leave, men just leave, leave
