Mexican Wind

This is my third night under bright shooting stars

I have crossed into Mexico, maybe that's where you are

You told me you'd come here if our love should end

Eighty miles past the border on the Mexican wind

So I followed the dusty roads into Flores Magon

And they said you had left there for Aquiles Serdan

You told me you'd come here if our love should end

Eighty miles past the border on the Mexican wind

There's a place in the desert

Where we let it begin

We would dance close together

All the candles would dim

In a quiet cantina

With sweet mandolins

As they'd serenade softly

On the Mexican wind

My life, it seems to slow down the further I go

Into the bare heart of old Mexico

Still I keep searching for someone who once let me in

But somehow I lost him to the Mexican wind

There's a place in the desert

Where we let it begin

We would dance close together

All the candles would dim

In a quiet cantina

With sweet mandolins

As they'd serenade softly

On the Mexican wind

Eighty miles past the border on the Mexican wind