"This hot and dusty road is where all things fall apart.
You were my sleepy waitress in this vacant trailer park.
On a calm March night, they left their drunken shouts behind
And carried you away, to find work, a better life.
I hear the stars talking from the tin roof of my home,
Placing bets on the emigrants, on how far they might go.
I wonder where you stay - are you out there all alone?
We can dance without a mask (?), just come back from where you've gone.
I wonder where you are - did you ever make it through?
The desert was a curse, lying still in wait for you.
There's a coldness were you walked and a silence in my yard.
How can I not see you now? Goddamn the border guards."
Such a wonderful song. Geographically confined lovers, very beautiful.
Corrections:
"This hot and dusty road is where all things fall apart. You were my sleepy waitress in this vacant trailer park. On a calm March night, they left their drunken shouts behind And carried you away, to find work, a better life.
I hear the stars talking from the tin roof of my home, Placing bets on the emigrants, on how far they might go. I wonder where you stay - are you out there all alone? We can dance without a mask (?), just come back from where you've gone.
I wonder where you are - did you ever make it through? The desert was a curse, lying still in wait for you. There's a coldness were you walked and a silence in my yard. How can I not see you now? Goddamn the border guards."
Such a wonderful song. Geographically confined lovers, very beautiful.