sinaloan restaurant Lyrics

have you crossed the line to Mexico?

my dad died many times years ago

now on the table, staring at the light

I move from grief to joy

alone in a crowded restaurant

looking at the storm clouds rolling in

thinking of the world and the precedent

and the border line

playing at the edge of our awareness

after years of going to that place

I read about it in an article

the Sinaloan restaurant

is closed for good

purchased in a semi-trance

something called fake or real estate

creates a loop of tension

as we project

playing at the edge of our awareness