Expatriate

I left home three years ago today

For the land of opportunity, at least that’s what they say

And you’d think a country built by immigrants would understand

To give a better life and future to his family

A man would do most anything

All this time thinking of Mexico

Things are starting to make sense

And I’m thinking maybe I’ll go back again

Then we can build a fence

Seven days of work to send home what little pay I make

Where I’m from they still take care of each other in their time of need

Here we are illegal, most pretend we don’t exist

We are only hands to work, with no voice or face

Please tell the kids

All this time thinking of Mexico

Things are starting to make sense

And I’m thinking maybe I’ll go back again

Then we can build a fence

Enclosed with this page, you’ll find what I’ve saved

I’m doing my best to sleep when I can

Don’t worry about me

This place just ain’t what it seems

But now I see

All this time thinking of Mexico

Things are starting to make sense

And I’m thinking maybe I’ll go back again

Then we can build a fence