Trees of Barcelona

The river of a festival crowd

Emptied out

Into the early morning

Smiling and tired, profiling and wired

Drunken and swarming

So happy, so happy to go with that flow

Over ancient streets made modern

They glow below

Box elders, black locusts holding their own

With the five thousand palms

With the sherry and the bombs

What we carried we let fly out behind

And the world slipped our mind

Flying through Barcelona

Down in a cellar near the water

We got late

Playing covers for our Spanish sisters and brothers

We ate and drank and ate and drank and ate

We had a monkey in the back seat

Squawking and jumping

We all went running

We hit the clear, clear water with a splash

Looked up through the lights

We nearly crashed

We all grabbed hands

And you picked a spot to land

In the five thousand palms

With the sherry and the bombs

What we carried we let fly out behind

And the world slipped our mind

In the five thousand palms

With the sherry and the bombs

What we carried we let fly out behind

And the world slipped our mind

On a motorbike through Barcelona

In a taxi cab through Barcelona

Walking down the last street

The last street in Barcelona

Walking with you down the last street

The last street in Barcelona