Nada

I see the lightning from the storm down in Mexico

And I see my speedometer doesn't work

I cross the desert and disappear into the tumbleweeds

I tip the bottle and bite the lime

I hear the thunder from the storm down in Mexico

And I leave the border far behind

I feel the dust coat my teeth and turn my sweat to mud

I tip the bottle and bite the lime

There ain't no moral to this story at all

Anything I tell you very well could be a lie

I've been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven

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 tip the bottle and bite the lime

There ain't no moral to this story at all

Anything I tell you very well could be a lie

Been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven

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

to come alive

Come alive, yeah

Well, I feel the rain drops from the storm down in Mexico

Truck will go no further, out of gas

I walk through the desert past the lizard and rattlesnake

I tip the bottle and bite the lime

There ain't no moral to this story at all

Anything I tell you very well could be a lie

There ain't no morals to these stories at all

And everything I tell you, you can bet will be a lie

I been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven

I'm just waiting for that cold black sun-cracked numb-inside soul of mine

to come alive

Come alive, come alive

Come alive.