Went to the five and dime,

bought myself a copy of Time,

and on the cover was a woman that I knew

when I was excavating in the mountains of Peru.

I caught a plane to L.I.A.

I didn't know what I would say.

Maybe she would like me, I had lost a lot of weight

since she had last seen me in 1988.





Went to a local bar and ordered a cerveza,

asked a man about the woman on the cover,

dijo,