Twain
Dear Mexico (Thank You for Joyce)
I think you think that’s what’s on my mind
I don’t think that that’s what’s on my mind
I think you think I was lying
I don’t think so, but if you think so, I’m lying
Once we dig in I can’t begin to remember what I meant to tell you
Dear Mexico, thank you for Joyce
Sometimes I just can’t believe the things they ask a man to do
Like putting up with the tomcats screaming out my window as I dream of you
Like your lover’s brother spying on us as we cycle through the night
Like the portal closing up the minute I get my first taste of light
Once we dig in I can’t begin to remember what I meant to tell you
Dear Mexico, thank you for Joyce
There’s a hole inside me shaped just like the day we spent in Portal Park
Dee dee dee a cherry wind blows in and Pedro sings a song so dark
Later, in the morning as the coffee cup is warming up my bed
Another book should lay beside my book, your head should lay beside my head
Once we dig in I can’t begin to remember what I meant to tell you
Dear Mexico, thank you for Joyce