Trees of Barcelona

The river of a festival crowd
Emptied out
Into the early morning
Smiling and tired, profiling and wired
Drunken and swarming

So happy, so happy to go with that flow
Over ancient streets made modern
They glow below
Box elders, black locusts holding their own

With the five thousand palms
With the sherry and the bombs
What we carried we let fly out behind
And the world slipped our mind
Flying through Barcelona

Down in a cellar near the water
We got late
Playing covers for our Spanish sisters and brothers
We ate and drank and ate and drank and ate

We had a monkey in the back seat
Squawking and jumping
We all went running
We hit the clear, clear water with a splash
Looked up through the lights
We nearly crashed
We all grabbed hands
And you picked a spot to land

In the five thousand palms
With the sherry and the bombs
What we carried we let fly out behind
And the world slipped our mind

In the five thousand palms
With the sherry and the bombs
What we carried we let fly out behind
And the world slipped our mind
On a motorbike through Barcelona

In a taxi cab through Barcelona

Walking down the last street
The last street in Barcelona
Walking with you down the last street
The last street in Barcelona