Home By Now

I could have been home by now,
If not for your trust fund and a projection of a spiritual fad
You act as if I should be grateful that you want me to be your new handyman

You fell in love with New Mexico, moved here, and decided to dabble in real estate
You speak words like "spiritual center" and "the power of the mountain"
While you're putting that cash away

Well I don't want to live in your new California
And I don't want to be your new gardener

You don't want my trailer sitting next door to your brand new adobe home
What used to be the "working man's" way to build
Is now a symbol of intrusion you've made your own

In your letters to the editor, you wonder from whence this animosity stems
While showing disdain for my language and beliefs
In your Range Rover thinking you fit in

I don't care for your new order
After all you were the ones who crossed our borders

In the treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo, if you read between the lines
They wanted the land, but not the people
Nothing has changed this time

Speak to me of cultural integration, while trying to transplant your own
Speak to me of natural beauty, while bitching about the lack of paved roads

I don't want to live in your new California
And I have no desire to be your new gardener

I could have been home by now
I said I could have been home by now
Yeah, I could have been home by now
But it doesn't seem much like home anymore