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
