Going down the dial, static is my guide, Looking for a voice that the desert cannot hide. Past the late-night preachers, past the country weep, Digging for a signal where the strange secrets sleep. I am listening to the border signal, I am listening, can you feel the heat? I am listening to the border signal, It's the only sound on this empty street! Latex, leather, lonely on the air, Stories that they tell you, better not to care. Swinging low, sweet chariots of dust and broken glass, Every hour is a struggle, every minute moves too fast. "Did you hear that? I think it was a shout." "Maybe it was just the desert wind, nothing to worry about." "Pero la radio sigue hablando... "¿Quién está ahí?" I am listening to the border signal, I am listening, can you feel the heat? I am listening to the border signal, It's the only sound on this empty street! ¡Mírame! ¡Escúchame! Border Signal... Border Signal... Adiós...
