| Song | Man Made Lake |
| Artist | Calexico |
| Album | Carried To Dust |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I'm gonna walk these streets of cold concrete | |
| Like I'm a ghost searching for its grave | |
| Then I'll dwell by the edge of this man made lake | |
| And descend into the city that holds no place for me | |
| But the streets with no stir of life | |
| And all the houses on the streets are wholly submerged | |
| Then I'll gather the leaves from the cell phone trees | |
| And return them to their place and pretend someone's calling for me | |
| Someone's calling for me, someone's calling for me |