Acapulco

Today I think about what happened
And how the hours I spent on that bus affected me
I don't quite understand why
My distracted grandfather
Got off without me and I kept going and going, I kept going, I kept going

Acapulco was not a place
For a girl of my age
With only four years old, facing loneliness
I saw you pass by from the bus
And the street to walk
Despite the fear it gave me
I couldn't even cry, cry, cry

Are you the lost girl? The boy asked me
I hadn't realized that girl was me, was me, was me

After six hours I found where to get off
I crossed the street and found the place
The door opened and my whole world embraced me and embraced me

I was alone
In front of the sea
I will never forget
I was alone
In front of the sea
Acapulco was the place, Acapulco, Acapulco, Acapulco, Acapulco