Rosalita

The moon hangs lazily up above the borderline, the heat of summer night must' ve got him too.
'If we ever leave this world alive, darling, what are we to do?'
I hear you, Rosalita, but I'm against it and I'll raise you arm and limb:
We've the same kind of wild blood running 'neath our skin;
And we have done something wrong if we ever live that long.
She says she's certain I was a grain of sand in a past life that I've forgotten on the way,
that I traversed deserts to meet her on that day.
'Everywhere you go, baby, just wait and soon you'll see
That every highway in this world leads right back to me.'
And i'll be damned, too, if every word did not ring true.
Rosalita, bendito sea su corazón,
The world now waits with open arms.
Rosalita, le deseo todo el mejor,
If this should be the last time I wander through your door.
She sewed a button off her favourite blouse onto my coat to keep me safe in my travels,
'So you think of me as each new horizon unravels.'
We might have been many things, but never lovers, no,
We just tended to the wounds that lovers leave when they go;
When we realised the reverie would never set us free.
Eating grapes out on the terrace she whispered 'one day, if the weather changes,
Maybe we can start anew as strangers.'
And I'll admit that I choked on the truest of replies:
Time changes everyone, we, too, will say our goodbyes,
But I sure can bet neither wants to admit it yet.