give me spice and cymbal and guitar
let my sorrow be wet

maybe she's fun to talk to
I wouldn't know
but she's no fun to love

give me roads and smoke and leaves
let my pain uncover soft windows

I watched some trees
in the yellow evening of Mexico City
I watched an empty lot

give me calm and injections of cloud
let my love have friends

I am here in the country
a stranger among my hosts
I will continue to travel