To Santa Fe
Do you need it
Can you feel it in the same
old way
I can feel it from the mountain
top
Runnin' down to the foamy
brine
In a rest'rant 'cross a table
top
Looking into a glass of wine
Whispering in the evening
breeze
Green leavesÑglist'ning
eucalyptus trees
Can you hear them
Or get near them
Oh, Santa Fe
Do you need it
Can you feel it in the same
old way
I can feel it when it all
goes down
Look around and it's happening
Look around and see what I
have found
And it's more than a song
to sing
In the night I hear you callin'
And I'm thinkin' of you, darlin'
Santa Fe
Do you need it
Can you feel it in the same
old way
I can feel it when it all
goes down
Look around and it's happening
Look around and see what I
have found
And it's more than a song
to sing
And it's more, more than a
song to sing
Marco Giunco |
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