Mexico

Today you thought you’d take a chance.
Tell me your future plans.
Say that you’re leaving me at seven thirty.
You’d like to open up your eyes,
take in the world and all its lies.
Goodbyes were never good, my heart is hurting.
Gone away to Mexico and I’m out of my mind.
Tonight you’ll call me on the phone,
please say that you’re in bed alone –
too much tequila makes an easy target.
I hate this telephone delay –
not sure when I should start to say the answer to the last thing that you asked me.
Gone away to Mexico and I’m out of my mind.

How does it feel to be the one who’s left behind?
How does it feel to be the one who’s left behind?
Damn that third world, feels like a third world away –
one where I can’t reach you.
The beer is cheap there,
but that’s no reason to stay somewhere I can’t reach you.
Tonight you’ll call me on the phone,
please say that you’re in bed alone –
too much tequila makes an easy target.
How does it feel to be the one who’s left behind?
How does it feel to be the one who’s left behind?
Damn that third world, feels like a third world away –
one where I can’t reach you.
The beer is cheap there,
but that’s no reason to stay somewhere I can’t reach you.
Gone away to Mexico and I’m out of my mind