[Verse 1]
Don't know much about my mother's side
Never got to feel my grandfathers pride
I wasn't even an idea when he died
I just know that our name means "garden"
"A fertile land"
Why leave it all behind to be American?
Why don't I speak Spanish?
There are so many things
I want to ask
About the life I could've had

[Chorus]
I could've been, I could've been
I could've been a farmer in the grasslands
I could’ve been, I could've been
I could've been a tubist in a corrido band
I could’ve been, I could've been
I could’ve been a telenovеla stunt man
Don’t want to be, don’t want to be
Just don’t want to be anothеr dull American

[Verse 2]
But heritage is such a funny thing
Rose-tinted glasses, tire swings, and wedding rings
I never knew how much you drank
I wonder if that's why my mother won't partake
And I if I ever see El Torreon
Will they smile and say, "son you're finally home"
Or confirm what I feared all along
I have no culture, no place
No land to call my own
[Chorus]
I could've been, I could've been
I could've been a farmer in the grasslands
I could’ve been, I could've been
I could've been a tubist in a corrido band
I could’ve been, I could've been
I could’ve been a telenovela stunt man
Don’t want to be, don’t want to be
Just don’t want to be another dull American

[Bridge]
Romanticize it to death
But don’t hold your breath
Romanticize it to death
But don’t hold your breath
Romanticize it to death
(quien soy?)
But don’t hold your breath
(quien soy?)
Romanticize it to death
(quien soy?)
But don’t hold your breath
(quien soy?)

[Chorus]
I could’ve been, I could've been
I could’ve been the worst drunk you’d ever meet
I could’ve been, I could've been
I could’ve been a white collar in a box seat
I could’ve been, I could've been
I could’ve been a beggar in the cold streets
Don't want to be, don't want to be
I don’t want to be feeling so incomplete