From my bedroom window, a
hollow Moon in a red, red sky
My throat is burning, eyes are wet but my lips are dry
And I will always love you, from the Mexico line
Did you feel the breeze
then?
As the seasons pass me by
Each rhyme has a reason as I write the word ‘Goodbye’
And I will always love you, from the Mexico line
I thought we’d last
forever
I’d though we’d stand the test of time
But just like the sand, it’s forever,
Beaten by the tide
There’ll be no returning
No parade marching in line
Far below the border…
...the devils in the whipping wind are shouting my name
But you’ll never hear it!
And I will always love you, from the Mexico line