Sertao Blues

Wear your Sunday best

See your shoes are shined ? right

Check the stage is set

For another clean ? fight

And you laugh

And you sing

and pray

You?ll be understood

Some other working day.

When the house is lit

When the strangers leave

When the only sound

Is the air you breath

When the morning train

Brings another day

And an old refrain

Slowly fades away

When the tired streets

Are your lonely host

And the only guests

Are the other ghosts

When your mind is still

When your pulse is slow

When your thoughts return

To all you long to know

Who are you?

In a shifting sky

On a sleepless night

In the silent truce

Of a lovers? fight

In a moment freed

In a stolen glance

In forbidden steps

To a secret dance

In a knowing look

From a covered face

In a holy book

In a sacred place

In a final bow

In a virgin kiss

In the dying breath

Of a moments bliss