Don't know much about my mother's side
Never got to feel my grandfather's pride
I wasn't even an idea when he died
I just know that our name means garden
A fertile land
Why leave it all behind to be American?
Why don't I speak Spanish?
There are so many things
I want to ask
About the life I could've had
I could've been
I could've been
I could've been a farmer in the grasslands
I could've been
I could've been
I could've been a tubist in a corrido band
I could've been
I could've been
I could've been a telenovela stunt man
Don't want to be
Don't want to be
Just don't want to be another dull American
But heritage is such a funny thing
Rose tinted glasses, tire swings, and wedding rings
I never knew how much you drank
I wonder if that's why my mother won't partake
And I if I ever see El Torreon
Will they smile and say son you're finally home
Or confirm what I feared all along
I have no culture, no place
No land to call my own
I could've been
I could've been
I could've been a farmer in the grasslands
I could've been
I could've been
I could've been a tubist in a corrido band
I could've been
I could've been
I could've been a telenovela stunt man
Don't want to be
Don't want to be
Just don't want to be another dull American
Romanticize it to death
But don't hold your breath
Romanticize it to death
But don't hold your breath
Romanticize it to death
But don't hold your breath
Romanticize it to death
But don't hold your breath
I could've been
I could've been
I could've been the worst drunk you'd ever meet
I could've been
I could've been
I could've been a white collar in a box seat
I could've been
I could've been
I could've been a beggar in the cold streets
Don't want to be
Don't want to be
Just don't want to be feeling so incomplete