This isn't inspired by the border.....its inspired by lies.

Well in the a.m., when you're leaving me.
And I don't care, because I see clearly.
In the a.m., and I ain't punch drunk on love again.
No. No.
Constantly bombarded by old memories,
Just like the wind howling through the trees.
Some are good, and.
Some ain't so.
So I, must go.

That snake in the grass, has shed it's skin.
It says to me, its new again.
And I know. Its just the same old snake within.

And I'm gone.
Gone, gone in the A.M.

Well in the a.m., when you're leaving me.
And I don't care, because I see clearly.
In the a.m., and I ain't punch drunk on love again.
No. No.
Constantly bombarded by old memories,
Just like the wind howling through the trees.
Some are good, and.
Some ain't so.
So I, must go.

Well that snake and me.
Friends we'll never be.
That snake, and me.
Friends we'll never be.

And I'm gone.
Gone, gone in the A.M.