Teeming with mud and water and silt
We pulled into the town at dusk
Caught in the crossfire of anger, exhaustion and lust
The sky and my heart were on fire
Paradise here is reality found
The machinery is the same as up north
Ah, but the trees, Alejandro, the ground

The rain cools down a lot of things
It destroys and builds together
Four decades old, four kids for good
The woman's hands are tethered

The lighted house spells out the way
I hope the sailor listens
The lighted house is here to stay
But then so are politicians

Back to reality at 7 AM
The sun streaming through like a godsend
The boats are unloading their night of hard work
The streets and the storefronts are still filled with dirt
And yes, my heart still feels the fire

For seven days and seven nights
That town was ours forever
We talked it out in wrong and rights
Like storms which changed the weather

The lighted house spells out the way
I hope the sailor listens
The lighted house is here to stay
But then, so's goddamn religion

Everything seems so changed to me now
The days don't go on forever
Approaching the 90s... it's frustrating and tough
And man, some people think they're so clever

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Writer(s): Michael Freeman