One and one-half wandering Jews 
Free to wander wherever they choose 
Are travelling together 
In the Sangre de Cristo 
The Blood of Christ Mountains 
Of New Mexico 
On the last leg of the journey 
They started a long time ago 
The arc of a love affair 
Rainbows in the high desert air 
Mountain passes slipping into stones 
Hearts and bones 
Hearts and bones 
Hearts and bones 

Thinking back to the season before 
Looking back through the cracks in the door 
Two people were married 
The act was outrageous 
The bride was contagious 
She burned like a bride 
These events may have had some effect 
On the man with the girl by his side 
The arc of a love affair 
His hands rolling down her hair 
Love like lightning shaking till it moans 
Hearts and bones 
Hearts and bones 
Hearts and bones 
Hearts and bones 

And whoa whoa whoa, 
She said, "Why? 
Why don't we drive through the night?
And we'll wake up down in Mexico"
Oh I, 
I don't know nothin' about, 
nothin' about Mexico 
"And tell me why 
Why won't you love me 
For who I am where I am?"

He said: "Cause that's not the way the world is baby 
This is how I love you, baby 
This is how I love you, baby"

One and one-half wandering Jews 
Returned to their natural coasts 
To resume old acquaintances 
Step out occasionally 
And speculate who had been damaged the most 
Easy time will determine if these consolations 
Will be their reward 
The arc of a love affair 
Waiting to be restored 
You take two bodies and you twirl them into one 
Their hearts and their bones 
And they won't come undone 
Hearts and bones 
Hearts and bones 
Hearts and bones 
Hearts and bones