Lyrics

coffee scent, a spilled merlot
streets that rise in cobblestone
forward eye and forward mind
a tourist boat in shady light
I see a man in ragged clothes
I wonder if my body shows
Paris, my love , one last good bye
I’m going south, I’ll let you know
and I will walk alone here
Atocha, here I come
cause I’ll be down for more wine
I’m laughing at the sun
fields and farms , they pass me by
refusing proudly to align
horizons lead to the unknown
a sentiment of blueish tone
and I will walk alone here
Atocha, here I come
cause I’ll be down for more wine
I’m laughing at the sun
cause I’ll be down for more wine
my world has come undone
cause I’ll be down for more wine
and we pretend we’re young and clueless again
when broken strings and empty pockets made a man
more wine