South of the Border

She went south across the border and came back in a single afternoon
When she called me, I told her to be safe is more important than soon
I looked out the window as the twilight turned into the evening
I waited on the faraway road to see if my baby it would bring

Borders are for haters with boundary issues
Crying all the time with no handkerchief or tissue
To wipe their face, bind their pain
and somehow make them whole again
Borders are for students of nation-state slack
whose lessons in geography won't put back
any world together in one whole piece
despite their labors that never cease

I'm no hater, I'm no student, I have no use for order
until my baby returns to me from south of the border

She came back across the border and easily gave the guards the slip
When she came to my arms, I told her now was the time to give me lip
We closed up the window on the glow through the venetian blinds
Reestablished diplomatic relations between our bodies and minds

Borders are for people with boundary issues
Crying all the time with no handkerchief or tissue
To wipe their face, bind their pain
and somehow make them whole again
Borders are for students of nation-state slack
whose lessons in geography won't put back
any world together in one whole piece
despite their labors that never cease

I'm no hater, I'm no student, I have no use for order
until my baby returns to me from south of the border

© 2006 George Kelly