Marguerita

When I leave I’ll leave the sun hanging straight up in the sky
The apples in their baskets; let ‘em rot and turn to wine
The cold averted glances, the fear in my bones
When I leave I’ll leave the long arm and the trips behind the shed
The bundles in my mattress, the shaking of their heads
I’ll fare the well to no one; I will disappear

Margarita, you’re the reason I’ve been up at dawn
Marguerita, you’re the reason I’ve been holding on
Marguerita, you’re the queen of every beggar’s son
Marguerita

When I leave I’ll leave completely with a suitcase full of cash
I’ll uncross every border, I’ll untake every breath
Til we’re standing in a chapel making promises
The girls’ll get new dresses, the boys get baseball caps
I will answer every question, we’ll dance til every last
Drop of celebration has been rung out of our shoes
We’ll make love ‘til the morning, make love ‘til we can’t move

Marguerita, you’re the reason I’ve been up at dawn
Marguerita, you’re the reason I’ve been holding on
Marguerita, you’re the queen of every beggar’s son
Marguerita, Marguerita

It was early in November on a cloudless sunny day
The sky grew thick with thunder, the birds all flew away
They shackled us like killers; we walked in single file
Marguerita, they’ve been talking oh but I ain’t heard a word
I’ve been dreaming you can see me in my cell of steel and dirt
Hidden from the sun hanging straight up in the sky
I’ve been plucked like an apple left to rot and turn to wine

Marguerita, you’re the reason I’ve been up at dawn
Marguerita, you’re the reason I’ve been holding on
Marguerita, you’re the queen of every beggar’s son
Marguerita, Marguerita, Marguerita, Marguerita