I remember the sun was setting
The Mexican moon through the jungle
It clung to Maria as she walked past my window
I wanted to speak to her
But the language left me, and she walked away
Every night I stood at my window
Hoping she would return
Wanting the moon to bring her from the mountains
I would stay up all night, in the heat, waiting
Then, the moon shined bright
She walked my way
Passed with a hello
And returned to the jungle
She was my fantasy
And I can’t dream enough
