This is my third night Under bright shooting stars I have crossed into Mexico Maybe that's where you are You told me you'd come here If our love should end Eighty miles past the border On the Mexican wind. So I followed the dusty roads Into Flores Magon And they said you had left there For Aquiles Serdan You told me you'd come here If our love should end Eighty miles past the border On the Mexican wind. There's a place in the desert Where we let it begin We would dance close together As the candles would dim In a quiet cantina
With sweet mandolins As they'd serenade softly On the Mexican wind. --- Instrumental --- My life seems to slow down The further I go Into the bare heart Of old Mexico Still I keep searching for someone Who once let me in But somehow I lost him To the Mexican wind. There's a place in the desert Where we let it begin We would dance close together As the candles would dim In a quiet cantina With sweet mandolins As they'd serenade softly On the Mexican wind. Eighty miles past the border On the Mexican wind...