Bonita Cuba

Just 90 miles over the sea Another life is calling for me Another world I lost to fire and to ashes The sky may grow light, but the smoke cloud never passes Mi madre died longing for home But you can't fly when you're tied to a stone Mi padre died and he lives now with Jesus Su corazón in a million pieces I cry for them and for all my family The friends of my youth and for all my country If I could I'd build a boat out of my heart And sail to my home, Bonita Cuba in the dark I'd go insane, but I live in music I play right through the pain and pour songs on my bruises If I could I'd build a boat out of my heart Sail on to my home, Bonita Cuba in the dark Now I cry for them and for all my family Friendships of my youth and for all my country If I could I'd build a little boat out of my heart And sail to my home, Bonita Cuba in the dark I'd go insane, but I live in music I play right through the pain and pour songs on my bruises If I could I'd build a boat out of my heart And sail to my home, Bonita Cuba in the dark In the dark I'd sail on home I'd sail in the boat of my heart Sail in the boat of my heart right on home In the dark