Song Lyrics

I see the lightning from the storm down in Mexico
And I see my speedometer doesn't work
I cross the desert and disappear into the tumbleweeds
I tip the bottle and bite the lime

I hear the thunder from the storm down in Mexico
And I leave the border far behind
I feel the dust coat my teeth and turn my sweat to mud
I tip the bottle and bite the lime

There ain't no moral to this story at all
Anything I tell you very well could be a lie
I've been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven
I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine

To come alive
I feel the wind blow from the storm down in Mexico
Gasoline for another hundred miles
I cross the river and leave my shoes up on the other side

I tip the bottle and bite the lime
There ain't no moral to this story at all
Anything I tell you very well could be a lie
Been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven

I'm just waiting for that cold black sun-cracked soul of mine
To come alive
Come alive, yeah
Well, I feel the rain drops from the storm down in Mexico

Truck will go no further, out of gas
I walk through the desert past the lizard and rattlesnake
I tip the bottle and bite the lime
There ain't no moral to this story at all

Anything I tell you very well could be a lie
There ain't no morals to these stories at all
And everything I tell you, you can bet will be a lie
I been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven

I'm just waiting for that cold black sun-cracked numb-inside soul of mine
To come alive
Come alive, come alive
Come alive.

Arthur "buddy" Edwards, Brian Blush, Brian David Blush, Paul H. Naffah, Roger Clyne, Roger Meade Clyne

The duration of Nada is 6:28 minutes and seconds.