Baja

Gabrielle Wortman · Home Is Where The Art Is

It's a long to road down to Mexico, yeah

Where the water's blue

And no one knows, yeah

Where the cowboys still play

Like line fold,

Patchy highways had that trader

She's high, high, high, she's high



Got a full tank of gas

And a heart of dreams, yeah

Lovers only hold her back

And she can't seem to see

Why her love is only their misery

Why her love is only their misery



They can't deny her

Never ever tire

While the cowboys sing

She plays with fire

And they can't deny her

Never ever tire

While the cowboys sing

She plays with fire



And highway dust underneath her nose

It's holding in

Feels sickness everywhere she goes

She's broken, she's broken



They can't deny her

Never ever tire

While the cowboys sing

She plays with fire

And they can't deny her

Never ever tire

While the cowboys sing

She plays with fire

And the cowboys see

They can't deny her

And the cowboys see

She plays with fire



Beneath the orange settings under the western wind

And the desert comes to claim her as its victim

And the ghost of the past they keep her moving

And the stories they last and start to pour in

And they pour in

And she's soaring, and she's soaring



They can't deny her

Never ever tire

While the cowboys sing

She plays with fire

And they can't deny her

Never ever tire

While the cowboys sing

She plays with fire

And the cowboys see

They can't deny her

And the cowboys see

She plays with fire



And they can't deny her

Never ever tire

While the cowboys sing

She plays with fire, fire