Vasquez

Let me tell you about Faces I see The stately, the rugged Over and over Under dirt And sun umbrellas Their eyes on the gun Some puppy eyes, Some fierce lady eyes, some Warm gentleman eyes But some eyes That can't look into mine "Bandido" No one knows the story I hate an imperious glance In the gold country I'm writing her a love song How we fall into a dream in the rocks-- Our rocks But they found me there, Chased after me, I crawled away quickly Wasn't sure if i was lost or if i was running away Again Up what you now call the 14 I was a runner up the 14 Their mouths move To say they wanna be the good guys-- They wanna be triumphant They put me to sleep on Diagonal rocks, so No one tells the story Bandido In the gold country