David Rybka Mexico
Mexico
See the girls playing in the fountains, Joyous laughs and wide smiles,
While all the time you feel you're fading, same old company you sigh,
Out where they say the great fire bellows,
I'm out here in Mexico.
From our view you see the giant called Popo,
The sleeping lady lying next to him,
The language it seems to flow as beautiful as the setting sun drawing in,
And I'm out here, in Mexico.
Out through the jungle heat we drove, through the cacti shrubs and the
Blinding skies above,
And as the night draws to a close,
Mas Cervezas, howling dogs and the glow of darkened street,
Can I get your soul cleansed? Or some shoe shine for those feet?
Out here in southern Mexico.
The catholic boys and girls make love in their cars.
Tramps drunk down the street searching for stars, por la noche so they say.
A sudden sigh and I dream you are near, a flash of light and my conscience
Is clear.
I'm out in Mexico.
The rich flaunt their wealth like medals on their chest and the poor stay
On the floor pleading for little left,
What else could be in store, out here in Mexico.
His mind is no clearer as to what has become of the purest form of ecstasy
That has ever been known.
My mind it takes a while then sets just like the sun.
Out here in Mexico...
