Dear Mexico (Thank You for Joyce) - Twain

I think you think that’s what’s on my mind

I don’t think that that’s what’s on my mind

I think you think I was lying

I don’t think so, but if you think so, I’m lying

Once we dig in I can’t begin to remember what I meant to tell you

Dear Mexico, thank you for Joyce

Sometimes I just can’t believe the things they ask a man to do

Like putting up with the tomcats screaming out my window as I dream of you

Like your lover’s brother spying on us as we cycle through the night

Like the portal closing up the minute I get my first taste of light

Once we dig in I can’t begin to remember what I meant to tell you

Dear Mexico, thank you for Joyce

There’s a hole inside me shaped just like the day we spent in Portal Park

Dee dee dee a cherry wind blows in and Pedro sings a song so dark

Later, in the morning as the coffee cup is warming up my bed

Another book should lay beside my book, your head should lay beside my head

Once we dig in I can’t begin to remember what I meant to tell you

Dear Mexico, thank you for Joyce