Seam Inching Towards Juarez
Please save me, from myselfPull my hands from the wheel
There's a tremble, and a rumbling
Inhale, feel the sting
Rewind the tape
Get back to your sleeping
Rub out your eyes
This ship is sinking
There's a dust bowl, out in front of us
Blue lights in the mirror
Filled the tank up in El Paso
And rethought my career
Rewind the tape
Get back to your sleeping
Rub out your eyes
This ship is sinking
