Mi Cama

Everyone goes to bed, I stay alone
everyone goes to bed and it's not with me
I wonder what I'm doing here lying down
sitting on this curb
whenever the last drink is over
whenever he drinks from the last glass
whenever the lady is waiting for him
whenever he's kicked out of all the clubs

But I know there are some, some neighborhoods
that are not even black cats at night
that dream they're flying
that no one is waiting for them
that squeeze the early morning hard
to see if the sun comes out on their face
looking for life
that things are really bad, really bad, really bad...
where is my bed now
wherever my bed is, it's mine
your bed is yours
and now I'm warm and you're not cold
why don't you forget about your bed today
because mine is empty
and thanks to your whiskey I get drunk
thanks to your cleavage I get fancy
my ideas are on the floor
and tonight I haven't picked them up yet.

But I know there are some, some neighborhoods
that are not even black cats at night
that dream they're flying
that no one is waiting for them
that squeeze the early morning hard
to see if hope comes out on their face
looking for life because things are really bad, really bad, really bad...