Hillside scratchin' on a cheap postcard And I hear chickens running crazy laps in a dusty yard Temples of madness and Eggs scrambled hard Well I'm soaked through my shirt But its cold where you are From the park I can see Statues of explorers Staring out to the harbor Sent to destroy us Well I'm soaked through my shirt But its cold where you are And if everything you say is true And its as simple as a letter never got to you Well, if everything you say is true Then I believe you That night I dropped the letters home And walked the length of las ramblas Tired and alone and inspired But it's not too far Well I'm soaked through my shirt But its cold where you are And if everything you say is true Like the frost on these fields of silver [?] And its as simple as a letter never got to you Well if everything you say is true Then I believe you