Puerto Hurraco

The road runs on, some are sleeping now
while outside in the night another city passes by
turn up the volume a bit, don’t smoke anymore
look, the sun is rising, the border’s down there
and the highway leads into the city
I recognize the street, look at Poble Nou
a quick stop at Miguel’s, heart of the Taulat
a chorizo, some wine, maybe Alfred will show up
I know tonight, I’ll be back again
I wanna go to Puerto Hurraco,
a beer with you, Cuba Libre with her
my night at Puerto Hurraco
the smoke is thick but, it doesn’t bother me anymore
we’ll take a break, I’ll call Logan to join us
I can’t hear anything here, scream a little louder
everything I want, I find it right here
I know tonight, I’ll be back again
I wanna go to Puerto Hurraco,
a beer with you, Cuba Libre with her
my night at Puerto Hurraco
a beer with you, Cuba Libre with her
my night at Puerto Hurraco