Vasquez

Let me tell you about
Faces
I see

The stately, the rugged
Over and over
Under dirt
And sun umbrellas
Their eyes on the gun

Some puppy eyes
Some fierce lady eyes
Some warm gentleman eyes
But some eyes
That can't look into mine
Look into mine

Bandido
They call me
No one knows the story
I hate an imperious glance
In the gold country

I'm writing her a love song
How we fall into a dream in the rocks
Our rocks
But they found me there, chased after me
I crawled away quickly
Wasn't sure if I was lost or if I was running away again

Up what you now call the 14
I was a runner up the 14
Their mouths move
To say
They wanna be the good guys
They wanna be
Triumphant

They put me to sleep on diagonal rocks
So no one tells the story
Of Bandido
In the gold country

They call me
I hate an imperious glance
In the gold country
Bandido
No one knows the story
In the gold country
In the gold country