Wait and See

Working girls
 Cursing teenaged Marines
 'Til the TJ Police
 Came and broke up the scene
 Damn the stars
 They seem brighter down here
 Haven't looked up in years
 Since I left where I'm from
 Remembering St. Augustine
 Wasn't quite twenty three
 With a bag full of secrets
 In a maze of concrete
 And a busted lip I came by honestly
 What will become of me?
 I guess we'll just wait and see
 Headed south
 Ensenada again
 Carried slow by the wind
 Broke as I've ever been
 Buried deep
 All the beauty I keep
 Drank tequila so cheap
 That they should've paid me
 Then I woke up alone
 With my hand on the phone
 And nobody to call
 Who'd invite me back home
 Was I chased all this way by my chemistry?
 What will become of me?
 I guess we'll just wait and see
 I'll come down off the cross
 Sometimes we all get lost
 I'm so sick of myself
 Can't afford what it costs
 To be drowned in a sea of my memories
 What will become of me?
 I guess we'll just wait and see