Last night – hit the net
Woke up – in a sweat
Same scene, different dream – sudden ending.
Grabbed a pillow and covered my head
Kicked the phone off the side of the bed
Tried to sing, but the damn thing kept on ringing
I know
I’ll go
to Mexico
Someplace… nothing changes.
Maybe I’ll call on the phone
Maybe I’ll write you a letter
That’s what I meant when I said… goodbye.
Backed the shovelhead out of the shed
Hit the interstate hard heading left
The street below is water flowing undertow
There’s a song that I’d rather forget
But I don’t think I’ve shaken it yet.
As soon as I do, I’m gonna write us another one
I know
I’ll go
to Mexico
Someplace… nothing changes.
Maybe I’ll call on the phone
Maybe I’ll write you a letter
That’s what I meant when I said… goodbye.
I know
I’ll go
to Mexico
Someplace… nothing changes.
Maybe I’ll call on the phone
Maybe I’ll write you a letter
Maybe I’ll die, maybe I’ll learn how to fly.
That’s what I meant when I said…
(K. Moore, 1998)