Dónde Está la Playa

Well, it's back to the battle today.

But I wouldn't have it any other way.

Cause tonight we'll be crazy as kooks.



I'm dancing, grooving. This lovely wooden floor.

The tom-toms are beating on. Eyes are so sore.



There is still sand in my suitcase.

There is still salt in my teeth.



I kissed her in the window.

She covered up her face.

She's pretty, Sherry.

But I'm far, far too late.



Someone said, man, let's take a drive.

So here I am. So here I am.



I crashed up a party, nickels and dimes,

A handful of strangers, all friends of mine.



I know that you're married, rings on your hand.

So I didn't stay 'til the end.



I don't need a Christmas card.

You don't need to write.

Last Christmas was black and blue, but this year is white.



The void repeats, repeats a sound so deep in my head.

Goodnight. Keep your shirt on. You can leave the way you came.