Guyamas Sonora
In the hall I heard your faints falling.Your trial and my corrections made.
You had all the prayers of my loose heart.You had all the prayers of once had gone.
No I was not there on the church stairs.The wind in my hair fled through night's air.No I was not there on the church stairs.The wind in my hair fled through night's air.
Me I wanted, I wanted the right time.Me I wanted, I wanted the fire in line.Me I wanted, I wanted the right time.Me I wanted, I wanted the fire in line.