Inching Towards Juarez - Seam

Please save me, from myself

Pull my hands from the wheel

There’s a tremble, and a rumbling

Inhale, feel the sting

Rewind the tape

Get back to your sleeping

Rub out your eyes

This ship is sinking

There’s a dust bowl, out in front of us

Blue lights in the mirror

Filled the tank up in El Paso

And rethought my career

Rewind the tape

Get back to your sleeping

Rub out your eyes

This ship is sinking