Little Sister

You're coming in about as clear as a midnight show

On an all-night station out of Mexico

Too much static in my attic and the signal's low

But I'm waiting here with nowhere to go

Little Sister I don't think I'm gonna make it

I've taken far too much to try and fake it

The desert's quiet and cold

And every ounce I hold

Is gonna break it

Well I can hear you clear enough to grab a couple words

Something about luminal and red-winged birds

I see the shadows dance in the low-beam glow

As I point 'em toward the border of Mexico

Little Sister I don't think I'm gonna make it

I've taken far too much to try and fake it

The desert's quiet and cold

And every ounce I hold

Is gonna break it

I can get a little jumpy when the signal's live

I've got some cigarettes and a 45

I've got a number in my wallet and a cracked window

And a price on my head in Mexico