Beermosas

The summer months are over, so now we wait for snow

The days are getting closer, till I leave for Mexico

And there's a chance you'll die, if you ride down that dirt road

I think I'll take my chances, and see where that road goes

And I'll leave everything I'm thinking of behind

And I'm dying to go back to a place with more sunlight

I'm leaving all I'm thinking of behind

And I don't even get it, cause I don't even know

There's things that I've regretted, but that's the way things go

There's things that you can't part from, but that's what this place is