the length of las ramblas

hillside scratchin' on a cheap postcard

and i hear chickens running crazy laps in a dusty yard

temples of madness and

eggs scrambled hard

well i'm soaked through my shirt

but its cold where you are

from the park i can see

statues of explorers

staring out to the harbor

sent to destroy us

well i'm soaked through my shirt

but its cold where you are

and if everything you say is true

and its as simple as a letter never got to you

well

if everything you say is true

then i believe you

that night i dropped the letters home

and walked the length of las ramblas

tired and alone and inspired

but it's not too far

well i'm soaked through my shirt

but its cold where you are

and if everything you say is true

like the frost on these fields of silver

and its as simple as a letter never got to you

well if everything you say is true

then i believe you