Letras:Mountain Goats, The. It's All Here In Brownsville.

meanwhile out where nothing starts

out where the rail yard ends

the sun up above is trying to kill himself

we were watching the skies again



why do we come down to brownsville

year after year after year

this was the question we never even posed

ringing like a siren in our ears



down on the mexican border

in the unfathomable heat

with our shirts tied around our waists

and the world at our feet



we looked at one another's bodies

figured we looked all right

ready to die if we had to

watching the skies all night



and i was sure my heart would break

when the sun sank down into california

i felt your breath on my neck, it was hot and good and pure

and i wanted to warn you



and it's all coming apart again

it's all coming apart again

it's all coming apart again

it's all coming apart again