waiting for the bell
tender
the light
in the blueish hours of nightfall
sounds
fade away
from a dying day
stars
turning white
as i walk through the city silently
salty
my skin
and the wind coming in from the sea
oh please let me dream
stern eyed mister
need i your cynical steam
to go to mexico
loosening
the mooring
to glide on the river slowly
bound for
tampico
in two days along down the stream
oh please let me dream
stern eyed mister
need i your cynical steam
to go to mexico
oh leave me alone
stern eyed mister
need i your cynical glow
to go to mexico
