Allow me  To introduce myself  I’m a townee  From the

The moon is over there Covered up with sores Lighting

Spain is pain  And it’s not an unjustified complaint  Spain

Welcome to the day after  Even you put your hands

What loads my hands down  From my mind´s back door 

I turned my face to back  Expecting to find some

Here is the scene He is on the plane  With

You walked out  Never to return It was and enduring 

I had a dream Trees, bees, leaves, birds and beans

I told a lie to the priest  When I confessed

Music on the car radio and the endless miles  Grey