| C | G | |
| Alberto hits his brother on the back of the | head |
| C | |
| looks to the north as he starts t | o get up |
| G | |
| his brother's still sleepy, grumbles "it's not ligh | t yet," |
| C | |
| "if you want a new life, what's a few minutes wa | it?" |
| F | C | |
| darkness on the | road and over the | land |
| G | C | |
| into the la | ws and out of the ha | nds |
| F | |
| from those with so | much |
| C | |
| and no show of | heart |
| G | |
| you'd think it'd be | crazy |
| C | G | C | G | C | |
| to ask for a sm | all part |
| G | |
| spotted an eagle in the middle of a | lake |
| C | |
| resting on cactus and feasting on | snakes |
| G | |
| but the waters recede as the dump closes | in |
| C | |
| revealing a whole lake of sleeping chil | dren |
| F | C | |
| poison in the s | tream that flows to the s | ea |
| G | C | |
| out on the | waves that crash within r | each |
| F | |
| of those with so | much |
| C | |
| and so little to | fear |
| G | |
| you'd think it'd be | crazy |
| C | |
| to be so far away yet | so near |
| Dm | F | C | |
| some say a ne | w day will s | hine here |
| Dm | F | E | G | |
| over these cat | astrophes and hor | rors of m | isfortune |
| C | |
| all across the | wire |
| C | G | |
| Alberto y Hermano on the coyote's tr | ail |
| C | |
| and dodging the border pa | trol |
| G | |
| out in the wastelands wandering for | days |
| C | |
| the future looks bleak with no sign of | change |
| F | |
| darkness in the e | ye |
| C | |
| and down in the | soul |
| G | |
| all across the | wire |
| C | |
| to those in contr | ol |
| F | |
| holding so m | uch |
| C | |
| with no show of | heart |
| G | |
| you think it'd be c | razy |
| C | |
| to watch it all fal | l apart |
| F | G | C | |
| watch it all | fall | apart |