Wait and See

Working girls

Cursing teenaged Marines

'Til the TJ Police

Came and broke up the scene

Damn the stars

They seem brighter down here

Haven't looked up in years

Since I left where I'm from

Remembering St. Augustine

Wasn't quite twenty three

With a bag full of secrets

In a maze of concrete

And a busted lip I came by honestly

What will become of me?

I guess we'll just wait and see

Headed south

Ensenada again

Carried slow by the wind

Broke as I've ever been

Buried deep

All the beauty I keep

Drank tequila so cheap

That they should've paid me

Then I woke up alone

With my hand on the phone

And nobody to call

Who'd invite me back home

Was I chased all this way by my chemistry?

What will become of me?

I guess we'll just wait and see

I'll come down off the cross

Sometimes we all get lost

I'm so sick of myself

Can't afford what it costs

To be drowned in a sea of my memories

What will become of me?

I guess we'll just wait and see