Havana Bay

The blood on the streets The raindrops of April The people you meet Are not always special I feel them coming in but I don't know them I hear them calling me but I don't see them The sounds of the sea The calling whales The sand on the beach And all it entails I see them calling in from Another place They keep on calling me But I've got nothing to say The shimmering lights Of Havana Bay The pebble stones On the glowing rails I hear the pouring rain From miles away I hear it calling me But I'm gonna stay