The Last Conquistador

I am the last conquistador, I am well meaning and intentions are earnest, I am the first to document. My route is new an my spirit enlightened, I kept hold for your letters, But maybe it would be better if they burn. Blueberries and dreams, Burst at the seams, My route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, Blueberries and dreams, Hollowed and squeezed, My route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, Stepped into darkness only stars left to guide me Still I'm the last conquistador, I keep on going, Though the going ain't easy. And now my mind's in farrago, All jumbled up, in the promise of empire. I'm still searching for Beulah, And one day I will hold her in my arms. Blueberries and dreams, Burst at the seams, My route was clear but a cloud fell upon me. Blueberries and dreams, Hollowed and squeezed, I'm so delirious I'm oblivious to previous, Hallucinations of a fool, that deceived us. A combination of disease and confusion. My whole life's work, was just an illusion. Blueberries and dreams, Burst at the seams, My route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, Blueberries and dreams, Hollowed and squeezed, A combination of disease and confusion. My whole life's work, was just an illusion.