The 49th Parallel
I think of holding you when the patrols come through Looking for vagrants and looking for migrants And looking for copies of the Koran Breaking my windows in just 'cause they can What can I do in this nation of sinners Does Canada still get cold in the winter? And do you still say grace before dinner? I lost my faith right about when you went there Now crossing over is impossible when Coyotes charge 80k for each person And every damn week there are dozens of incidents More people shot climbing over the fence Monsters in riot gear mowing down innocent Once-proud American victims of circumstance Tired-ass love songs drown out the screams Oh my love, these days what does love even mean? Not that it matters but I saw your ex-husband The kids are still cute but damn he looks shattered I guess we all do, time just moves faster When we know how it all ends and we're running away from the past He hates me, but I gave you freedom Freedom to leave him, and freedom to leave us And freedom to follow your feelings for Jesus Freedom to flee over the northern border Before the sharpshooters got their new orders Boasting of kill rates at night in their quarters Thirsty for blood since the exodus started You're just brown enough to have made a good target Some mornings I wake up and just for a moment Forget that I live in the zone of the broken And you don't anymore, of course, because you went to be In a safer place that I'll never see Oh, my love, did we ever think anything would change? |