The News from Spain

I have heard the news from Spain
Now you say you’ve many things yet to be learning
And you don’t know if or when you’ll be returning
It depends on how
Everything works out
If it can somehow
In Carvajal
And I have heard the news from Spain
Now you’ve found someone you don’t have to be tied to
And he dried your eyes, and later he lay beside you
As the simple wine
Of the flow of time
Pulled us out of rhyme
In Carvajal
Into a taxi and down to the airport
In only the clothes I was standing in
A scribbled address, a toothbrush, a passport
The money we saved in the biscuit tin
Running afraid to a strange Spanish town
Searching the sands and the shoreline…
And I have heard the news from Spain
Now the Winter winds possess the Southern reaches
And the sea folds like a mantle on the beaches
And the crowds have gone
And I’ve left my song
To be killed alone
In Carvajal
In Carvajal
In Carvajal