Ximena

When donkeys start to bray, we sit side by side, you turn to me and say, its a lonely path alone, hung avove a slide use the sea like Homer, you can't take a train, never enclose our time, just sit here and wait, maybe use satellite phones, it's not all sweet tides, I might need a loan, play my sweet silly games, ask who's for a ride, when do you get paid, our horizon's unbroken, no sail shines too bright, love's our little token, so far we're OK, who really needs insight, long trips are 4 slaves, celebrate our life.