Three weeks gone in Guatemala
Three weeks sitting on my bed
Writing songs about my life, my love,
My dreams, my youth and
All the noises splitting through my head
Three weeks gone to Southeast Asia
Drinking Singha in the Saxophone Pub
All the nocturnal prowlers in Taman Negara
Let us lay peaceful in the mud
Three weeks gone in Guatemala
Better than three months gone in France
But for a getaway to Bacharach and Munich
Who knows if we'd have had a chance?
Three days gone in Quebec City
Laying on the battlefields of wars lost long ago
Chestnut crepes and groundhogs sittin' oh so pretty
Two rivers meeting up above and down below
Three weeks gone in Guatemala
Better than three months gone in France
But for a getaway to Bacharach and Munich
Who knows if we'd have had a chance?
Three weeks gone in Guatemala
I've got your painting on my wall
An orange girl, a purple Buddha--Ayuthaya!
One sunburned nose you will recall
Three weeks gone in Guatamala
Better than three months gone in France
But for a getaway to Bacharach and Munich
Who knows if we'd have had a chance?