I was your lover, you were my plan.
I told you that you were the sun in the sand.
But we'd ride away, and get a circus job,
And I'd fly away, become a bird of song.
El camino, take me home.
El camino, take me home.
You are a jester and I am elf
And I'm sad to the bones that
It's stocked upon my shelf
Take me back to the river of dirt,
Take me back to the river of dirt.
Built of the veins, and the flesh and the bones
We are all so painfully alone.
Burn in the rivers of dirt and fire,
We return to the ground where we retire.
Back to river of dirt and fire.
Summer is coming; I can't believe it's true.
Where are you, where is she? I'm turning into you.
Take me back to the place of the golden slumbers
Where I was happy you were my middle name.
Take me back to the river of dirt,
Take me back to the river of dirt.
Now, I grew up in the houses made of men;
The walls where white, the stairs were sharp,
The scent of summer land.
Take me back to the river of dirt,
Take me back to the river of dirt.
