"Argentina (Goodbye For Now)" lyrics

"Argentina (Goodbye For Now)"

The last time I saw her she said she was planning a trip
To Argentina on a friend of her's cross-ocean ship
They had made it to port, or so I had heard from a mate
She told me she'd call me, but we both know she was usually late

She dreamed of the caverns of crystal and the lakes of Azul
The Argentine boys in the markets and decks of the pools
This city back home, it could never grow at her pace
But those crystal caverns
In Argentina
Were the only ones wide enough
To give her the space

The last time I kissed her she was still acting mightily strange
I could tell by her eyes she was dreaming of roaming the range
She assured me she loved me, and in no way did I doubt that she did
She just needed to live out the things she had dreamed as a kid

I suppose that I too need to follow some paths I don't know
And grow up myself and figure out somewhere to go
Though I admire her wild heart, and wonder the way that it bleeds
I hope those crystal caverns
In Argentina
Will grow to her hollow
After she finds what she needs


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