[Verse 1]
Have you crossed the line to Mexico?
My dad died many times years ago
Now on the table, staring at the light
I move from grief to joy
Alone in a crowded restaurant
Looking at the storm clouds rolling in
Thinking of the world and the precedent
And the border line
[Refrain]
Playing at the edge of our awareness
[Verse 2]
After years of going to that place
I read about it in an article
The Sinaloan restaurant
Is closed for good
Purchased in a semi-trance
Something called fake or real estate
Creates a loop of tension
As we project
[Refrain]
Playing at the edge of our awareness