Lyrics

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
Written by: Jonathan Segel
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