It's late but I'm thinking I can find my way back Back to the palapa where we stayed last night I don't remember how we ended up here Just kept running 'til it just seemed right And I'm sitting here in this cantina I'm a couple shots of tequila down And I'm watching your face And the voices in my head are telling me to run Maybe it's sad that we can never go back to the states It doesn't seem to matter anymore Maybe it's bad that the money won't last But now we know that there will always be more And I'm sitting here And I'm four shots down And I want to be laughing with you But the voices in my head are telling me to And I'd really like to go home I'm sitting here And I'm fingering my gun And I'm half a bottle down And the voices in my head are telling me to run I know I said I'd follow you to the ends of the earth Well here we are, how 'bout that? And I know we always knew we'd make our getaway Now our getaway's got us stuck where we're at I should listen to you, you had the good ideas How we get everything we wanted Everything you said seemed like the right thing to do Now there's people dead and we're running too I'm sitting here and the bottle's gone And I'd really like to go home And I want to be laughing with you And I'm watching you dance with another man And the voices in my head are telling me to use the gun It's late but I'm thinking I can find my way back Back to the palapa where we stayed last night