Oh Havana I've been searching for you everywhere In Rosalinda's eyes Crazy Latin dancing solo down in Herald Square I know what I would see there I can always find my Cuban skies I play nights in the Spanish part of town I've got music in my hands The

Ooh la la la la la Let's live in the moment Come back Sunday morning When you're gone Goodbye, so long, farewell A lie, oh well With that soul to sell I’ll see you when you get there

I know what I believe, and now I see There is no hope for me, at least I know No longer will we be fooled, you say No longer will we be fooled White skin, white teeth, black heart, black lungs Sleeping on your stacks of millions As your followers

They can all Just kiss off into the air Hard to find If I tried you'd probably be I can see the glowing lights I can see them every night Really not that far away I could be there in a day I wonder if you live there still

Natty dread rides again We got something they could never take away Go there, dready, go there! Fire is burning Man, pull your own weight! Dready got a job to do And he's got to fulfill that mission To see his hurt is their greatest ambition, yeah! But

I'd follow endlessly to live the life I've seen Now every passing moment you die but one degree Shall I relinquish my integrity Thereby ensuring that I'll remain unclean Until my days filled with not untrust and fear I'll not make one vow to which I

And now you're just a ghost When I look back never would have known that You could be so cold Like a stranger vanish like a vapor There's just an echo where your heart used to be Now I see it clearly And there's just a pillow where your head used to

I'll see you there When the daylight comes and I look across the room, I see you're gone. As the morning breaks and I reach to hold your hand I can see, see I'm the only one. Well, your clothes are gone and your bags are packed But the bed's still warm

You just call out my name And you know wherever I am I'll come running to see you again Winter, spring, summer or fall All you have to do is call And I'll be there You've got a friend Ain't it good to know you've got a friend When you're down and troubled

There's a place out on the edge of town, sir Rising above the factories and the fields Now ever since I 'as a child I can remember That mansion on the hill In the day you can see the children playing On the road that leads to those gates of hardened