Wandering Alone

Wandering alone on the ridge of a coast
 lost to the world he had known as a boy
 He knows his lover lies south in the city
 Passing along and 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 the 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 sat 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