Trees of Barcelona

The river of a festival crowd Emptied out Into the early morning Smiling and tired, profiling and wired Drunken and swarming So happy, so happy to go with that flow Over ancient streets made modern They glow below Box elders, black locusts holding their own With the five thousand palms With the sherry and the bombs What we carried we let fly out behind And the world slipped our mind Flying through Barcelona Down in a cellar near the water We got late Playing covers for our Spanish sisters and brothers We ate and drank and ate and drank and ate We had a monkey in the back seat Squawking and jumping We all went running We hit the clear, clear water with a splash Looked up through the lights We nearly crashed We all grabbed hands And you picked a spot to land In the five thousand palms With the sherry and the bombs What we carried we let fly out behind And the world slipped our mind In the five thousand palms With the sherry and the bombs What we carried we let fly out behind And the world slipped our mind On a motorbike through Barcelona In a taxi cab through Barcelona Walking down the last street The last street in Barcelona Walking with you down the last street The last street in Barcelona