vasquez

let me tell you about, faces, i see, the stately, the rugged, over and over, under dirt, and sun umbrellas, their eyes on the gun, some puppy eyes, some fierce lady eyes, some warm gentleman eyes, but some eyes, that can't look into mine, look into mine, "bandido", they call me, no one knows the story, i hate an imperious glance, in the gold country, i'm writing her a love song, how we fall into a dream in the rocks -, our rocks, but they found me there, chased after me, i crawled away quickly, wasn't sure if i was lost or if i was running away again, up what you now call the 14, i was a runner up the 14, their mouths move, to say, they wanna be the good guys -, they wanna be, triumphant, they put me to sleep on diagonal rocks, so no one tells the story, of bandido, in the gold country, they call me, i hate an imperious glance, in the gold country, "bandido", no one knows the story, in the gold country, in the gold country