Down in Mexico

A fangless wolf facing winter You're on the dark side of the moon You're howling out for help lost in your cradle There's no one you can hold responsible No one you can hold on to I wonder why you ran away You couldn't stand those rainy days I wonder why you had to go and get busted for blow Down in Mexico I still count you as my friend A curled finger on my hand I wonder why you had to go and get caught with that blow Down in Mexico Your daughters going on 17 And she's riding the machine To me she's still little Mary Jo But here they all know her as Eve Thankful that you chose to leave I wonder why you ran away You couldn't stand those rainy days I wonder why you had to go and get busted for blow Down in Mexico I still count you as my friend A curled finger on my hand I wonder why you had to go and get caught with that blow Down in Mexico Was there something missing so bad So bad you had to risk it all I wonder why you ran away You couldn't stand those rainy days I wonder why you had to go and get busted for blow Down in Mexico I still count you as my friend A curled finger on my hand I wonder why you had to go and get busted for blow Instead of blowing hard with us in the band In the band