Santiago

Downtown Santiago

In a room that smells of paint

Traces all around

Of the color they replaced

I guess they toned it down

But to me it looks the same

Searching a way out

Through the town that bears my name

Remember Santiago?

We rolled down a snowy hill

You kept moving fast

While I tried to hold you still

I worried you were tumbling

But to you that was the game

Now I’m finding my way out

Through the town that bears my name

I’ve got to make it where I’m going

Until then, this is my stop

Stuck here reminiscing

About Chilean mountaintops

No matter where I’m headed

I seem to find you there again

Be it London, or São Paulo,

Or the town that bears my name

Santiago had been lonely

Before they made him saint

Now he has a following

Much attention he has gained

He tells them he is grateful

And appreciates the fame

Still, he’d trade it all

For a girl that’ll bear his name

When I leave Santiago

There’ll be no more smell of paint

Andes in the distance

Or memories left unscraped

Meanwhile, I’m stranded

Left to deal with these remains

Til I make it out

Of the town that bears my name