I've seen the Ides of March
And I've seen the
Just like a person from another world
My eyes can
Down in this hot town
At some old cafe tonight
There was a time I knew
All that there was
Lala Salama
To the Masai Mara
And asante sana
Kichwa
Overwhelming world tied up in a knot
Anything you ask
In this bookcase full of stories
You find some of
Touched by a butterfly on my way home
Flying who
Wednesday morning was the last time we talked
I guess
Albuquerque will be there in the morning
Purple mountains will
I hear you in my sleep
I've fallen in too
I remember so long ago wondering
Could we stay this