Mexico

I woke up at dawn
Not even the tide was up
Getting ready to run
But the last tune was fighting back
I opened my eyes, eventually
Not quite sure of where I was;
Still in Mexico of course
I got out of bed
Like an eavesdropper
Lodging in this place
An unfamiliar face
A new day glimmering
I stepped out into the sand
I’m a stranger in this land
And I’m far from Mexico;
I’m far from Mexico
I once saw a book
Carelessly left on display
You were not supposed to look
As if I wasn’t crazy enough;
I saw pages filled with aphorisms
And the things you didn’t tell
You knew Mexico quite well;
You knew Mexico quite well