Bonita Cuba

Just ninety miles / over the sea
Another life / is calling to me
Another world / I lost to fire and to ashes
The sky may grow light / but the smoke cloud never passes
Mi madre died / longing for home
But you can’t fly when you’re tied to a stone
Mi padre died / and he lives now with Jesus
Su corazón in a million pieces
I cry for them / and for all my family
The friendships of my youth / and for all my country
If I could / I’d make a boat out of my heart
And sail to my home / Bonita Cuba / in the dark
I’d go insane / but I live in music
I play through the pain / and pour songs on my bruises
If I could / I’d make a boat out of my heart
And sail to my home / Bonita Cuba / in the dark