Las Luces Del Bar

Looking for the truth
Walking into any bar
A window to the here and now
Women without pain
Walking without thinking
But in their eyes there's no love (ouh ouh).

The lights of the bar
Changing colors
Flips the sign
We're about to close.

A touch of dampness and
The street is mine
A Corbett passes by
They're high as kites
What am I doing here?
I don't ask anymore
It's just a window to the beyond.

The lights of the bar
Changing colors
Flips the sign
We're about to close.

The lights of the bar
Changing colors
Flips the sign
We're about to close.