The Border Crossing - Timbuk 3

I stand here at your border crossing

What a way to meet

Face in total disarray

Papers incomplete

A traveler at your mercy

My future rests on you

Will you turn me back around

Or will you stamp me through

Please forgive my awkwardness

I know I’m quite a mess

If I were a smuggler

I’d have much more finesse

Yes, if I were a smuggler

I’d breeze across this border

My clothes a bit conservative

My papers all in order

So please do check my pockets

And by all means check my bag

Make sure you search my vehicle

And check the license tag

And when you feel I’ve met

The strict demands of your employer

I hope you find it in your heart

To lose your paranoia