Collect your belt and come collect your shoes.nI wasn't born here I'm just passing through.nDon't speak of death and don't speak 'till your spoken to.nnRehearse your birhtdate and rehearse your namenSundown Tijuana, sunrise in L.A.nTurn off the bedroom lightnTurn off the bedroom light for me.nnHide me, Pacific coastnSurround me, N.S.F.OnBirds on the runwaynwhen it lands on the road.nDon't let it be a pleadnI'll send word from JFKnthey lost my trail nBut I will never lose my way.nnOld folks are suspects and the kids are crimes.nOur legs are scars and our hometowns are knives.nGrandmother's suitcase and your father's hazel eyes.nnMy bags are checked and my crimes are confessednI kiss on your forehead and sweat on your dressnI won't be home tonightnI won't be coming home tonight.