[Intro - spoken, low key] Pasaporte, check Birkenstocks, two pairs (just in case) Vegan protein bars, twelve (for the trip) Wife said "babe, that's enough" I said "okay, okay, but what about the SPF?" She said "you didn't pack any." I said "oh." [Verse 1] Portland to PVR, the airport's calling Stepdaughter's at school, the cat's already snoring Wife packed me a smoothie, oat milk and kale I said "babe, what if they don't have kale where we sail?" She said "they have FOOD, honey, they have actual food" I said "I know, I know, just want to be in the mood" For the journey, for the soft-boy adventure Five days in Mexico, no agenda, no censure [Pre-Chorus] Pasaporte in hand, hand on the wheel Wife driving me to PDX, this is real Pasaporte in hand, soft-boy ready Don't know what awaits, but my heart is steady [Chorus] PASAPORTE, pasaporte, vámonos vámonos Portland to paradise, soft boy, mañana mañana PASAPORTE, pasaporte, leave the boots, take the sandals Pale boy on a plane, lighting metaphorical candles [Verse 2] Through TSA, they swabbed my smoothie cup Said "no liquids, sir," I said "but it's not, okay, give it up" On the plane I'm sitting next to a man named Greg Greg's going to a wedding, I'm going to my "leg" Of personal growth, I told him, sincerely He said "have a good trip" then ignored me, mostly clearly Took out my journal, started writing, stopped fast What if Mexico changes me? What if I'm un-vast? [Outro] Wheels up, hand on the window Goodbye Portland, hello unknown (Pasaporte... pasaporte... pale boy in transit...)
