Pablo stares at the moon 
Pencil moustache 
Cheap hotel room 
Waiting for dawn 
To take him home 

Taxi drivers and whores 
Kids on the street 
Watching for cops 
Keeping him safe 
Since his escape 
But now it’s late 

Soldiers search through the night 
Closing in fast 
Closing in tight 
Each wants to be 
The one 
To kill the Don