The hot and dusty road is where all things fall apartnYou were my sleepy waitress in this baking trailer parknOn a calm March night, they left their drunken shouts behindnAnd carried you away to find work, a better lifenI hear the stars talking from the tin roof of my homenPlacing bets on the emigrants on how far they might gonI wonder where you are, are you out there all alone?nWe can dance without a mask, just come back from where you've gonenI wonder where you are, did you ever make it through?nThe desert was a curse, lying still in wait for younThere's a coldness where you walked, and a silence in my yardnHow can I not see you now? Goddamn the border guards.