Refreshments, The "Nada" |
I see the lightning From the storm down in Mexico And I see my speedometer doesn't work I cross the desert And Disappear into the tumbleweeds I tip the bottle and bite the lime I hear the thunder From the storm down in Mexico And 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 And Anything I tell you Very well could be a lie I've Been away from the livin' I Don't need to be forgivin' 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 And There ain't no moral to this story at all And Anything I tell you Very well could be a lie I've Been away from the livin' I Don't need to be forgivin I'm just waiting for that cold black sun-cracked soul of mine to come alive Come Alive... Well, I feel the rain drops From the storm down in Mexico Truck will go no further Out of gas I walk through the 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 And anything I tell you Very well could be a lie Well, There ain't no morals to these stories at all And everything I tell you, you can bet will be a lie I've Been away from the livin' I Don't need to be forgivin' I'm just waiting for that cold black sun-cracked numb-inside soul of mine to come alive Come Alive...Come Alive...Come Alive... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |