WATERFALLS (by Carlos Corales and Beltran)

WATERFALLS (8)
WATERFALLS WASH THE DIRT
FROM THE POLITICIAN MAN
WHEN THE NIGHT BECOME DAYS
COME DAYS...

WATERFALL WAS A SIMPLE BAY
I SEE WATERFALLS
I SEE DEEP ON MY SEA


RUNNING ON THE ROAD
COME A BIG BLACK TRACK
RUNNING FROM THE PRIDE
THAT I LEFT BEHIND
TRYING TO GET ON BOARD
TRYING TO MAKE A STOP
ITS AVOICE IS COMMING DAMT TOO FAST
WHEN I LOOKED AT IT
IT WAS ALL REALYY BAD

WATERFALL (8)