This is my third night under bright shooting stars
I have crossed into Mexico, maybe that's where you are
You told me you'd come here, if our love should end
Eighty miles past the border on the Mexican wind
So I followed the dusty roads into Flores Magon
And they said you had left there for Aquiles Ser- dan
You told me you'd come here, if our love should end
Eighty miles past the border on the Mexican wind
There's a place in the desert where we let it be- gin
We would dance close together as the candles would dim
In a quiet can- tina with sweet mando- lins
As they'd serenade softly on the Mexican wind
Instrumental
My life seems to slow down, the further I go
Into the bare heart of old Mexi- co
Still I keep searching for someone who once let me in
But somehow I lost him to the Mexican wind
There's a place in the desert where we let it be- gin
We would dance close together as the candles would dim
In a quiet can- tina with sweet mando- lins
As they'd serenade softly on the Mexican wind
Eighty miles past the border on the Mexican wind ---