During the spring of 2007, I took a trip to Texas and México to do some mission work building houses for immigrants. I wish that I had more to say about this experience, maybe it's the timing of the posting, or maybe it has more to do with the closeness of the song to my own sense of well being, but I think it's direct enough to stand on it's own.
I didn’t mind
A little heat
The sun down in México
It made you sweat
Too hot for your taste
So we came back to the States
You always win
It’s your way
But I don’t mind I bide my time
Coming back
Through customs
I was sure we’d get busted
Cuz you were still
A little drunk
Dirt cheap tequila
I held your hand
As they held your papers
You were so nervous
I made a joke
It wasn’t funny
So I got searched instead of you
You always win
It’s your way
But I don’t mind I bide my time
The interstate
The nation’s veins
Pumping songs and souls and cages North
Connecting dots
With frequent black spots
We were anonymous in the flow
I hoped we’d talk
You’d rather not
We didn’t speak a word of México
Just the light
From the stars
And our speechless conversations
You always win
It’s your way
I guess I mind more than I show
I miss your touch
I’m feeling lost
With my arm wrapped around your waist
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