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