Given good ground to walk around on/ It would mean so much to me to see/ Things for my still young self or else/ I might not believe
whatever people/ Say in their own ways, colourful faces/ And easy going shame almost telling me/ Things I need to know/ We're
travelling, looking for the world/ Thinking in different words
I'm not leaving you/ No way friend, you'd ever last/ Yo no voye/ Sweet earth boy/ You'll have to think and wait
Given wide skies to search and fly/ It would sure seem to me that it's so / Full of everything, either seen or unseen/ Endless night
displays, cosmic death rays/ That hold your feet in place while/ Your mind runs away/ What I didn't know is that no one's going/ This
old bus sits while jungles laugh and sing/ Nobody filled me in
Carlos, gracias por ser nuestro pez favorito.
