Border Guards - The Rosebuds

The hot and dusty road is where all things fall apart

You were my sleep waitress in this baking trailer park

On a calm March night, they left their drunken shouts behind

And carried you away to find work, a better life

I hear the stars talking from the tin roof of my home

Placing bets on the emigrants on how far they might go

I wonder where you are, are you out there all alone?

We can dance without a mask, just come back from where you’ve gone

I wonder where you are, did you ever make it through?

The desert was a curse, lying still in wait for you

There’s a coldness where you walked, and a silence in my yard

How can I not see you now?

Goddamn the border guards