Border Streets

There's no more sand under my feet
I'm kind of lost on this border street
There's no more tourist where I lay
I guess I'm just a local today

These cantinas make me scared
Cause I don't know what I'll find in there
(Bartender) something easy, something quick
Something that won't make me sick

Chorus
I've got a long journey home
I've lost total control
I really need to roam
I've got a long journey home

I'm crowded now and I can't think
They've got guns to my head and I'm asked to leave
But, one more thing before I die
Why don't you let this free bird fly...