Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Slee!
Peter Von Poehl
Slee!
I woke up at dawn
Not even the tide was up
Getting ready to run
But the last tune was fighting back
I opened my eyes, eventually
Not quite sure of where I was;
Still in Mexico of course
I got out of bed
Like an eavesdropper
Lodging in this place
An unfamiliar face
A new day glimmering
I stepped out into the sand
I'm a stranger in this land
And I'm far from Mexico;
I'm far from Mexico
I once saw a book
Carelessly left on display
You were not supposed to look
As if I wasn't crazy enough;
I saw pages filled with aphorisms
And the things you didn't tell
You knew Mexico quite well;
You knew Mexico quite well