Mexico - Michigander

Dusty couches, empty rooms cause no ones home

I don’t love it, but I know I’ll have to go

Pull your punches, I don’t wanna feel the pain

I’m not nervous, cause God is watching over me

And I know that I’ll be ok

And I know that I’ll be just fine

Your cars in the driveway, but I know that you’re not home

Two thousand miles aways, just south of Mexico

But I know that you’ll be ok

And I know that you’ll be just fine

I can hear your voice calling through my walls

I can hear your voice calling through my window