Rincon – Dan Bern – letras

From my second story windowI look down on RinconUp the coast of CaliforniaWhere I’ve come looking for the greatBarry Bonds one final summerHis health has broken downSo I’ve forsaken San FranciscoAnd I’ve heard that Bonds might be hereSeeking non-traditional medicineBut I see nothing but the craps gamesFrom my second story windowIn Rincon where I’ve come looking for BondsAnd from my second story windowI see the mayor in his chambersSigning execution papersFor the prisoners of conscienceAnd the women throw bananasIn the street and moments laterThey are grey and flat and lifelessBeyond all recognitionOh some say the most powerfulForce on earth is waterBut from my second story windowIt seems to be the carsAnd Christopher ColumbusCome looking for the spice isles, andMontezumaCome looking for the gold, andCharlie ChaplinCome looking for the silver screen,I come looking for BondsBonds come looking for the cureMagic cureAnd the fishermen go outTo return again at duskAnd they love the constant rainThe fish jump into their netsBut I am not a fishermanAnd to me the rain can onlyKeep Bonds inside his windowIf he’s even in Rincon, of which I’mMore and more uncertain’Specially with this rainAnd the news reports each hourHe’s being tested in Los Angeles,And I found my friendsJust when I doubted myself mostThey took me on a walk along the cinnamonAnd they said this rainThis rain can’t last foreverPeople will walk around not just the fishermenAnd from my second story windowThe fog enfolds the fishermenLike ghosts along the harborAs their boats go out to seaAnd my eyes alert but softlyAs I stand inside my windowI will not miss the momentIf Bonds should pass below meAnd Christopher ColumbusCome looking for the spice isles, andMontezumaCome looking for the gold, andCharlie ChaplinCome looking for the silver screen,I come looking for BondsBonds come looking for the cureMagic cure