South of the Border

You told me we were over, then you made love to me
Seemed like a strange way to say goodbye
I held on to you till morning, nothing I could say
Had any chance of changing your mind

So maybe I’ll head down south of the border
Try placing some order on this life I’ve led
Or maybe somewhere, south of the border
I’ll find a Rosalita, a sweet senorita,
Throw back some straight tequila
Forget how my poor heart has bled

You got tired of trying to transform me
What you see is usually what you get
We both fell hard but now it’s gone forever
Everything that is except the hurt