Mojado

Packed a few shirts, a hat
His vocation of an adventure
Six tips, seven photos, thousands of memories

Packed his desire to stay
His condition of becoming
The man that he dreamed and hasn't achieved

He said goodbye with a grimace disguised as a smile
And he begged his God crucified on the shelf
For the protection of his own
And he pierced the border as he could

If the Moon softly slides down
From any ledge with permission from no one
Why does the wetback need to
Verify with visas that he isn't from Neptune?

The wetback has a desire to dry off
The wetback is wet
From the tears that nostalgia evoked

The wetback, the undocumented
Load the package that the legal
Wouldn't load or obliged

They supplied from a paper
That has turned him into a fugitive
And he's not from here because his name doesn't appear in the archives
Nor is he from there because he left

If the Moon softly slides down
From any ledge with permission from no one
Why does the wetback need to
Verify with visas that he isn't from Neptune?

Wetback
Your truth's taste like lies
Your anxieties taste like sadness
From seeing a freeway and dreaming
Of the path that leads to your house

Wetback
Wet from crying so much
Knowing that in someplace
A kiss awaits being paused
Since the day you left

If the Moon softly slides down
From any ledge with permission from no one
Why does the wetback need to
Verify with visas that he isn't from Neptune?

If the visa is universal it extends
The day in which we were born
And expires until death
Why do they are they chasing you wetback
If the consul from heaven
Has given you permission