Don't you know i need a place to stay

Only fifteen bucks a day

I didn't want to end up here

But now i guess i need to stay



River red, runs like lead

And the smell of kerosene in my head

Stuck in here in this shithole

Reading foreign magazines instead



"but senor, i only have ten dollars,

Can't you give me a room for the night?"







We argue about currency and then

He says i can stay for the night



In this panama city motel

I am out on the freeway again



A woman approaches in barcelona

Walking down the diagonalia

Spaghetti concrete overpasses

I keep grasping for something familiar