I'm married to Xenna, in a place called AtlantaThe autumn breeze carried me away The heat and fog around me, the leaving sweetand vacant were the days Truth and honesty can be two very differentthings But truth can be carelessly confessedAnd honestly, the truth, I do not ask for fear, it's what I'll getOut there in Havana, paint peels like banana In the idols loved and misplacedGlimmering frogs of a royal ball, sheltered now in the unattended phaseHeadless bird on a jungle spear, no we're not playing games herePerhaps it'd be best if we moved along The dream ends suddenly, the spirit leavesto end, a gift, a songI'm married to Xenna, in a place called Havana
