Border Towns Lyrics

I don't feel you here
I don't think of you like you're here
Porcelain, pretty in a still-life
Glass ornament, O mine
Sing to me, sweet, but you're gonna leave singing


Call me when you're miserable
Speak southbound-induced miracles
Head to the border on a Saturday
Watched you drive away
Leave in your debt to my parapet
Looking out for you