Wandering Alone

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 crosses the bridge

Holding the flowers he picked from the ridge

Walking in shadows to his senorita

Safe in the dawn he gets 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