Wandering alone on the ridge of a coast
lost ot the world he had known as a boy
He knows his lover lies south in the city
Passing along and sleepy as night
Warm in the woods that conceal him from the light
he is accustomed to hiding from people
Taking his time as the crosses the bridge
Holding th flowers he picked from the ridge
Walking in the shadows to his senorita
Safe in the dawn he gets under the sheets
His Senorita a heavenly sweet soul
That was put there to save and protect him
He knows that time can not endlessly go
Traps will be sat by the people below
She will be caught too and he could not bear it
Hope in the freedom he can almost touch
Folk take for granted as they walk to church
He says his prayers and God listens to him
Sir all I want is a chance to amend
Past infidelities please do not send
Me far away from my wise
Me far away from my wise
Me far away from my wise Senorita
