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.