My name is Shiloh Chandra
and there's moonlight in my blood
I've bathed in pools of
and blossom with the buds
I loved a man who died at war
but didn't leave a will
So I'm headed south tomorrow
on the route to Bougainville

Well now I'm off reciting
the address of Jack Marquez
To a cab driver with rosaries
and then he softly says
That Jack left with a woman
on the first morning of Lent
They hitched a ride right
out of town and didn't pay a cent

And he sang ah
Ah

The gypsies pin carnations
to the pockets of their coats
And hand me scraps of paper scrawled
with poems that they wrotе
While travelling the country ovеr
bridges to the sea
Adorned with feathered necklaces
and handmade machetes

And they sang ah
Ah

I tried to get my doctorate
but couldn't bear the weight
Instead I picked dropped strawberries
in the fields till it got late
And drank with all the workers
who had lost and found their way
I made a toast to stars above
and thanked them for our days

And we sang ah
Ah
And we sang ah
Ah