A Las Tres

I know many don't want me around here
but there's no work where I was born
the workday ends
the sun says goodbye until tomorrow
and the clouds return south

I have a bed to rest
and a picture of you if I want to dream
I'll be very honest with you
even though good money is made
I've never felt this loneliness in my life

Sundays at three o'clock
you know I'll call you
hearing your voice
is the strength, the will to go on

enthusiasm sometimes leaves me
with routine chewing my truth
even if the work is heavy
I endure it and don't give up
it's the best I can do for both of us

Sundays at three o'clock
you know I'll call you
hearing your voice
is the strength, the will to go on

To give you something better
is why I've come this far
to earn with my sweat
what I promised you so many times