Tijuana Crossing

We parked the RV where the border meets the road Took a deep breath, then into the unknown we strode Guards with AK-45s, guns in hand Their eyes on us in this foreign land We started walking, eyes followed our steps People on their phones, their whispers a threat They talked in code, describing us through The blue shirt, white dress, we knew they knew Eyes on us, every step of the way Felt the whispers like a shadow’s sway With a blue shirt, white dress in their sight We turned back, under the fading light Three hours standing in that endless line We crossed the border, leaving Mexico behind The streets were quiet, but we felt them stare Following our moves like they were already there We didn’t need trinkets, didn’t need to see Turned back before the unknown could creep in deep The border queues stretched for miles ahead Sweat and nerves as the desert sun bled Saw others slipping past, jumping in a van But we stood still, didn't trust that plan Eyes on us, every step of the way Felt the whispers like a shadow’s sway With a blue shirt, white dress in their sight We turned back, under the fading light Three hours standing in that endless line We crossed the border, leaving Mexico behind At the checkpoint, they asked us where we’d been We told them the story of the sights we’d seen They smiled, they nodded, and waved us through Back to the land of red, white, and blue Eyes on us, every step of the way Felt the whispers like a shadow’s sway With a blue shirt, white dress in their sight We turned back, under the fading light Three hours standing in that endless line We crossed the border, leaving Mexico behind San Diego in the rearview, the memory fades Of guards with guns and a tension that stayed Tijuana’s shadow, it lingered long But we made it back where we belong