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.