Nada

I see the lightning
From the storm down in Mexico
I see my speedometer doesn't work
I cross the desert
Disappear into the tumbleweeds
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
I hear the thunder
From the storm down in Mexico
I leave the border far behind
I feel the dust to coat my teeth
And turn my sweat to mud
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
There ain’t no moral to this story at all
Anything I tell you
Very well could be a lie
Been away from the livin'
I don't need to be forgiven
I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine
To come alive
I feel the wind blow
From the storm down in Mexico
Gasoline for another hundred miles
I cross the river
And leave my shoes up on the other side
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
There ain’t no moral to this story at all
Anything I tell you
Very well could be a lie
Been away from the livin'
I don't need to be forgiven
I'm just waiting for that coal black sun-cracked soul of mine
To come alive
Come alive
I feel the rain drops
From the storm down in Mexico
Truck will go no further
Out of gas
I walk through desert
Past a lizard and a rattlesnake
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
There ain’t no moral to this story at all
Anything I tell you
Very well could be a lie
There ain’t no morals to these stories at all
Everything I tell you
You can bet will be a lie
Been away from the livin'
Don't need to be forgiven
I'm just waiting for that coal black sun-cracked numb inside soul of mine
To come alive
Come alive