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 coat my teeth

And turn my face to mud

I tip the bottle and bite the lime

There is no moral to this story at all

Everything I tell you

Very well could be a lie

Been away from the livin'

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 leave the border far behind

There is no moral to this story at all

Everything I tell you

Very well could be a lie

Been away from the livin'

Don't need to be forgivin

I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine

to come alive

I feel the rain drops

From the storm down in Mexico

Truck will go no further

Out of gas

I cross the desert

With the lizard and rattlesnake

There is no moral to this story at all

Everything I tell you

Very well could be a lie

Been away from the livin'

Don't need to be forgivin

I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine

to come alive