Wandering alone on the ridge of the coast
lost to the world he had known as a boy
He knows his lover lies south in the city

Passing along and as sleepy as night
Warm in the woods that conceal him from light
he is accustomed to hiding from people


Taking his time as he crosse the bridge
Holding the flowers he picked from the ridge

Walking in shadows to his senorita

Safe in the dawn he gest under the sheets

His Senorita a heavenly sweet soul
That was put there to save and protect him


He knows that time can not endlessly go
Traps will be set by the people below
She will be caught too and he could not bear it


Hope in the freedom he can almost touch
Folk take for granted as they walk to church

He says his prayers and God listens to him

Sir all I want is a chance to amend

Past infidelities please do not send
Me far away from my wise
Me far away from my wise

Me far away from my wise Senorita