& Then Spain Said Goodbye

there was nothing left
for me to say
to do
to think
how do i feel about you spain?
what do i make of you?
you of me?
we make nothing together.
you have broken me
sending me & my mixed up pieces back to my home land
home
so very beautifully soon
i walked amongst the city tonight
looking for nostalgia
& all i found was angst
agression
frustration
desperation
hunger
cold
looking at the sights meant to be beautiful,
but i know the trickery of spain
start to feel an inkling of welcome
& it will throw you out the door
not even a bocadillo in case you get hungry
look around, so many inaudible sounds
i'm begging you, let me go
i'll look back
& laugh through the tears

"there's a plane & i am flying/ there's a mountain waiting for me/oh these years have been so trying/i don't know if i can use them/am i strong enough to be the one?/will i live to have some children?/help me get down i can't make it/ help me get down i can't make it /help me get down if i only knew the answer i wouldn't be bothering you father/help me get down i can't make it/ if i only knew the answer/& if all our days are numbered/then why do i keep counting?"
-the killers