Border Guards

The hot and dusty road

is where all things fall apart

You were my sleepy waitress

in this baking trailer park

On a calm March night,

they left their drunken shouts behind

And carried you away

to find work, a better life

I hear the stars talking

from the tin roof of my home

Placing bets on the emigrants

on how far they might go

I wonder where you say,

are you out there all alone?

We can dance without a mask,

just come back from where you've gone

I wonder where you are,

did you ever make it through?

The desert was a curse,

lying still in wait for you

There's a coldness where you walked,

and a silence in my yard

How can I not see you now?

Goddamn the border guards.