the libertine

See me and Maria on the corner, thinking

of ways to make it better.

In my mailbox, listening to Dixon and her.

Somebody just said, see you later.

Yeah.

East coast.

West coast.

Maria.

She remind me of a West Side Story.

Growing up in Spanish Harlem.

She live in the night just like a movie star.

Maria, Maria.

She found the love in me sounding.

I said it to the sound of the guitar.

Play by Carlos Santana.

I said a la favela, no colones.

The streets are getting hotter.

There is no water to put out the fire.

See me and Maria on the corner, thinking

of ways to make it better.

Then I look up in the sky, hoping that there's a paradise.

North side.

South side.

Worldwide.