Puertacitos

In a town below the border, they say desperados dwell,
Tourists call it heaven, others come to know it’s hell.
I’m just sitting on the boardwalk, gazing out across the pier,
How can I feel so lonely with so many people here?

How can two people come together, & find they’re just the same,
But you’re married to another, & I’m so jaded by that game.
Oh, how I long to hold you’re body, 
Just as I need to hear your mind,
The things we’ve shared together people seek but seldom find.


Last bastion for the outlaw, Puertacitos, call it home,
But while you’re layin’ warm beside him,
I’m down here cold & all alone.
Yes, I’m just another outlaw, Puertacitos is my home,
& I’ll always think of you with kindness,
While in our dreams we’re free to roam,
In our dreams we’re free to roam.


God, it must be in the 90’s, so why do I feel so cold?
Youth can have no vision of feeling young, but growing old.
As you dive beneath blue waters, I think I’ll have another beer,
Though I know you’re warm & happy,
Just can’t help wishin’ you were here.

Now we know we did the right thing, nothin’ else that we could do, 
You cannot be beside me, & I cannot be with you,
So I’ll close another story, just as I’ll end another day,
We cannot hide our emotions, & there’s just nothin’ left to say.