Текст: Luke Doucet. The Comandante.

There is no one here except for me and all of these strangers.
There is no one here but them and you and me, girl.
There's only me and the noonday sun on my shoulders.
So it's me that makes me lonely in this big blue world.

The owners of this house, they smile and I believe them.
The girls, they swing like willows and it's true.
No one does these things to please my money.
I should put it back in my holster, and leave this town untouched.

There's no revolution in this sunshine.
But the comandante, he's looking underfed.
I don't think there's anything back in Hillsboro that's ever gonna get me out of bed.

Cohibas tastes like manana or the next day.
Doesn't seem important in this town,
No se quantos pesados que tienes.
Pero este moto es por tu y tu amor.

Fly me chicken class back to sophistry and boredom.
Ply me with your cunning and your smile.
Fill my head with sallow girls and hockey.
I don't think I will be bacl for a good long while

(Thanks to Claire for these lyrics)