Rosebuds, The
Border Guards
The hot and dusty road is where all things fall apartYou were my sleepy waitress in this baking trailer parkOn a calm March night, they left their drunken shouts behindAnd carried you away to find work, a better lifeI hear the stars talking from the tin roof of my homePlacing bets on the emigrants on how far they might goI wonder where you are, are you out there all alone?We can dance without a mask, just come back from where you've goneI wonder where you are, did you ever make it through?The desert was a curse, lying still in wait for youThere's a coldness where you walked, and a silence in my yardHow can I not see you now? Goddamn the border guards.
From Letras Mania