Camino A Camagüey

Trust me with ten bucks
'cause fate's a tricky thing that puts me
far away from here.
Tomorrow's when I move
and catch the milk train to a province
that's new to me.
A distant friend,
a writer and comedian,
asks me to come and whisper
the lines of his play
and here I go, eager
to lend a hand.

I'm crossing valleys,
I'm stopping at Patey,
I'm noticing a thousand details,
I'm on my way to Camagüey.

I'm imagining songs,
I'm going just how I like,
I'm riding on the charm,
I'm dreaming of the future.

Let whoever you know
that the key's left
where it usually is.
Let's see if they show up
and the clouds clear
while I’m back at my grind.
The only bitterness
I take on this adventure
is this damn misunderstanding.
Go and tell them that’s why
when I left, it was a kiss
in my song.

I'm crossing valleys...

I'm imagining songs,
I'm going just how I like,
I'm riding on the charm,
I'm dreaming of the future,
dreaming of the future,
dreaming of the future.