There's no sense in coming to your senses

Our best ideals walk on barbed-wire fences

All blood runs thin when reality dispenses

Tall tales unfold

And peasant becomes princess



CHORUS

We don't all have vision but some of us can see

The sweet dulcinea rapt in everything

I've made my decision; delirious and free

We don't all have vision but some of us can see

I saw you there



Winnowing the black wheat, singing a dry dusty song

Flat as the hulls at your feet

Mi Aldonza

In your hardened features

Nothing replete, neither coy nor splendid

All rags and cursing in the white heat



Conoci con mi aldonza y yo no la queria

Traigame mi guia



Get me far from this place

But oh too late, too familiar

Leave me linger with this dark face



CHORUS

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