On the back lot of that studio in MexiconAnd there I spynYour slightly worn ill-fitting uniformnLight caught your eye lit up your irisnAs you went by usnYou looked right at menYou stared just long enough to raise one eyebrownnI wanted you to be forthcoming when I listened quietlynStretched on my bed in the hotelnDid you think if we kissed you'd go to hellnnArrival by trainnIt had been a year or so since we left mexiconI told myself not to get my hopes up too muchnWe got on finenA lot of use of the past tense and shared silencenWe even discussed my recent confessionnAnd your impressionnnI knew where it would lead whennYou ordered us Guinness number threenHow could i have been misled nWhen you told me to shut up and share the bednnYou don't believe that you could feelnWhat you believe I feel for younBut i believe you feel a great dealnYou believe you must concealnnNow I'm not the sort to let losses lingernOr point a fingernIn spite of all thisnI only care that you're happynTruly happynSnd as for menI won't be distant; I'm quite resilientnnOnce in a whilenjJust so that you knownI think of Mexico.