Collect your belt and come collect your shoes.
I wasn't born here I'm just passing through.
Don't speak of death and don't speak 'till your spoken to.
Rehearse your birhtdate and rehearse your name
Sundown Tijuana, sunrise in L.A.
Turn off the bedroom light
Turn off the bedroom light for me.
Hide me, Pacific coast
Surround me, N.S.F.O
Birds on the runway
when it lands on the road.
Don't let it be a plead
I'll send word from JFK
they lost my trail
But I will never lose my way.
Old folks are suspects and the kids are crimes.
Our legs are scars and our hometowns are knives.
Grandmother's suitcase and your father's hazel eyes.
My bags are checked and my crimes are confessed
I kiss on your forehead and sweat on your dress
I won't be home tonight
I won't be coming home tonight.