La Luna Debajo Del Brazo

When are you coming back around here?
When the sunset turns your hair golden
You had to do what needed to be done
But the world was never a handkerchief

I watched over you during the longest journey
As if you were going to take the moon under your arm

Driving towards Santa María's port
With your legs burning on the dashboard
Now it's easy to tell me you didn't know
But you were playing along

I watched over you during the longest journey
As if you were going to take the moon under your arm

We had it so close that we never saw it
We lost it so easily that it was worth it
And now I want to call you on the phone
And tell you that even though I didn't realize it at that moment
That was important to me

When are you coming back around here?