Woorden: Frank Black. Black Letter Days. Southbound Bevy.

I used to think about the world
Like so many people do
I sure did want to get myself to Mexico

But as days of life unfurled
Well there was nothing I could do
I only made it to the bar where I go I'm going

I stood below a southbound bevy
Oh, and I could not believe my heart could feel so heavy
I used to think about the world

Don?t get your spirits high
They?ll all come crashing down
Don?t let your trumpet sound
You?ll be left wondering why

I used to think about the world
Like so many people do
I sure did want to get myself to Mexico

I stood below a southbound bevy
Oh, and I could not believe my heart could feel so heavy

I walked along the county levy
Oh, and I could not believe my heart could feel so heavy
I used to think about the world

Don?t get your spirits high
They?ll all come crashing down
Don?t let your trumpet sound
You?ll be left wondering why