It started with a box.
Left in that parking lot.
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
I think he knows I’m alive, having come down
The three steps of the back porch
The shirtless man by the ticket counter
has already broken the gloom here, his crowd
Mitt hus
Det huset, biblioteket på Skogås,
Och dessa vägar med musikaliska namn,
Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants,
Scared for what might happen,
Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants,
Scared for what might happen,
in the midst of it
of disease and sickness i struggle
We are being hunted
Torn apart from our families
We are disgusted
Is that really how its supposed to be
I was always a man on move, a man on run, a man on Highway
