Three Weeks In Havana - Blake Mills

I married Susanna in a place called Havana

The autumn breeze carried me away

The heat and fog around me leaving

Sweet and vacant were the days

Truth and honesty can be two very different things

But truth can be carelessly confessed

And honestly the truth I do not ask

For fear it’s what I’ll get

Out there in Havana, paint peels like banana

The idol is loved and misplaced

Glimmering fronds of a royal palm

Shelter now the unattended face

Headless bird on a jungle spear

No, we’re not playing games here

Perhaps it’d be best if we moved along

The dream ends suddenly, the spirit leaves a hint, a gift, a song