Voices in My Head

It's late but I'm thinking I can find my way back

Back to the palapa where we stayed last night

I don't remember how we ended up here

Just kept running til it just seemed right

 And I'm sitting here in this cantina

 I'm a couple shots of tequila down

 And I'm watching your face

 And the voices in my head are telling me to run

Maybe it's sad that we can never go back to the states

It doesn't seem to matter anymore

Maybe it's bad that the money won't last

But now we know that there will always be more

 And I'm sitting here

 And I'm four shots down

 And I want to be laughing with you

 But the voices in my head are telling me to

  And I'd really like to go home

 I'm sitting here

 And I'm fingering my gun

 And I'm half a bottle down

 And the voices in my head are telling me to run

I know I said I'd follow you to the ends of the earth

Well here we are, how bout that?

And I know we always knew we'd make our getaway

Now our getaway's got us stuck where we're at

I should listen to you, you had the good ideas

How we get everything we wanted

Everything you said seemed like the right thing to do

Now there's people dead and we're running too

 I'm sitting here and the bottle's gone

 And I'd really like to go home

 And I want to be laughing with you

 And I'm watching you dance with another man

  and the voices in my head are telling me to use the gun

It's late but I'm thinking I can find my way back

Back to the palapa where we stayed last night