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 to 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

And Anything I tell you

Very well could be a lie

I've Been away from the livin'

I Don't need to be forgivin'

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



And There ain't no moral to this story at all

And Anything I tell you

Very well could be a lie

I've Been away from the livin'

I Don't need to be forgivin

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

to come alive



Come Alive...



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 a lizard and a rattlesnake

I tip the bottle and bite the lime



There ain't no moral to this story at all

And anything I tell you

Very well could be a lie

Well, There ain't no morals to these stories at all

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

I've Been away from the livin'

I Don't need to be forgivin'

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

to com