Postcards from Mexico

When you slammed through my life
 Like a screen door in a hurricane wind
 All I could think was how to find you again
 But Route 80 was snowed under
 And the roads to the canyon were closed
 For our safety, I suppose
 The sound of your voice is like longing feels
 When you whispered my name in the dark
 And the thick yellow Brooklyn
 Night sky through the window
 Burned itself into me
 Deep as my history
 Baby
 You're great on the highway
 You know how to make an escape
 (This desperation
 To pack up and move on and see)
 (You're cold hearted
 You're lonesome and shady)
 You leave us crying over postcards from Mexico
 Baby, you're never far enough away
 Everyone always loves you
 When you're on your way out the door
 Everybody needs you and begs you to stay
 Guess I learned something from you
 And the way you stared right through me
 Baby
 You're great on the highway
 Baby
 You're great on the highway
 You know how to make an escape
 (This desperation
 To pack up and move on and see)
 (You're cold hearted
 You're lonesome and shady)
 You leave us crying over postcards from Mexico
 Baby, you're never far enough away
 You leave us crying over postcards from Mexico
 Baby, you're never far enough away