Havana was burning and there was nothing I could do
Put a record on the stereo and wrote a letter to you.
I read it for you as well; stories I couldn't tell that came true.
Carry a torch, carry a torch. It's allright now.
Carry a torch, carry a torch. It's time to burn it down.
Robert Mitchum was dying but I wouldn't take the blame.
The blood looked better in black and white but it was color just the same.
The h**ne looked like you. What else could I do but turn away? (ch)
The national anthem was playing but I didn't bother to rise.
So, I unplugged my phone and I closed my eyes.
These days when I dream, nothing ever seems to make any sense (ch)