Don't you know i need a place to stay
only fifteen bucks a day
i didn't want to end up here
but now i guess i need to stay
River red, runs like lead
and the smell of kerosene in my head
stuck in here in this shithole
reading foreign magazines instead
"but senor, i only have ten dollars,
can't you give me a room for the night?"
we argue about currency and then
he says i can stay for the night
In this panama city motel
i am out on the freeway again
A woman approaches in barcelona
walking down the diagonalia
spaghetti concrete overpasses
i keep grasping for something familiar