Testo Santiago

Remember the first and last goodbye
Looking for answers to our tide
Travel the long road
At night we dreamt that we could drive

Racing the shore and taking hold
Biding our time and growing old
Circling questions Looking for direction and self-control

Why did we go, Santiago?

Memories fade in late july
She's looking too close and feeling shy
It's taken forever
Well love will often lead us awry

Remember the first and last goodbye
The places that grow and hide the light
We'll travel the long road
It gave us sight for the price of his eyes

Why did we go, Santiago?