It's tired
And i'm getting late
I try to speak
But i can't relate
The dj says i need my rest
But like a storm lost bird
I can't find my nest
I've got to get home to you
Home to you, home to you
The stranger smokes smiles
And wants to speak
And says

If you ever feel lonesome
And your down in San Antone
Beg, steal
Or borrow
Two nickels or a dime
And call me on the phone

I'll meet you
At Alamo mission
And we can say our prayers
The Holy Ghost
And the Virgin Mother
Will heal us
As we k

I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown,
Oba - obaserving the ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, good friends weve lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you cant forget your past;
So dry y

Well, get your Mama, get your Papa
Get your sister, get your brother
Aunt Lucy'sa gonna show Uncle John
How to do the boogie-woogie
While the kissin' cousins dosie-do
Until the break of dawn

Y'all come with one another
Just to do a little pickin'
Everybod

In the Morelos mountains campesinos
Are planting their fields
Where the ghost of Zapata
Flies a ship that can still
Outrun the wind
There, free in the sky
And clear out of sight
It's the Free Alien Air Force
Flying tonight

In the city of angels