Argentina

I'm going to South America With nothing but my soul From the dark side of New York Five thousand miles from home I'm going to South America I'm going without a band Down in Argentina Below the Rio Grande It's not what I want It's just what I need I'm going to South America Don't know when I'll be back Even when you don't want me You always have my back My friend, Diego And my friend, Louisa With wine from Mendoza And broke apart streets And I hope you remember me like I remember you This thing cannot be captured This thing cannot be tied This faith cannot be broken Or taken from my eyes I'm going to South America With the book you gave to me Written by a Spanish poet From the 20th century A fistful of pesos And three stolen phones And all the poor faces Dream of Eva Perone And I hope you remember me like I remember you This thing cannot be captured This thing cannot be tied This faith cannot be broken Or taken from my eyes The ring that you gave me A brother left behind A thing that can take me, baby Through the best of times How can I tell this to you? I think about young Eva On those Recoleta nights Before they said the revolution Will not be lobotomized I'm going to South America For reasons of repair I'd be lying if I told you That I wasn't scared This thing cannot be captured This thing cannot be tied This faith cannot be broken Or taken from my eyes The ring that you gave me A brother left behind Something that can take me, baby Through the best of times And I hope you remember me like I remember you