Mexico

In a house that I call home,
little notes hang on the wall,
telling me how,
I should leave now.

And trace the path I used to know,
all the way to mexico,
in the fast lane,
in a fast plane.

I won't turn it back this time,
I know that i'll find,
Someway to escape,

Maybe in a year or two,
when i've seen this through,
I might come back and say goodbye.

Heading out to the unknown,
thought I might just pass your home,
If it's alright,
Could I stop by?

And tell you things you need to know,
how our love had died to grow,
and if you can be,
hope you're happy

I won't turn it back this time,
I know that i'll find,
Someway to escape,

Maybe in a year or two,
when i've seen this through,
I might come back and say goodbye.

Called up friends I used to phone,
told em i'm out on the road,
and if they can do,
they should come too.

Seems you find out who you know,
when the bullet hits the bone,
in the gun smoke,
we'll tell a quick joke.

And we all knew, it was going to end in tears,
but we chose to, push on, through our fears.