Barcealone
Better broken down sweet
Turned and there it was
Just another trip around
This little world
Six hours ahead of my time
Still can't see past the passed
Sleepless once again
Nothing's wrong except everything is alright
Just another restless night
Here in Barcealone
Loving God has a different style
It's not exactly Rome
Could this be my home?
Here in Barcealone
Empty your pockets
And sell yourself short
It's worth it for the gain
Be yourself without the words
Ride the cable to the sky
Inhale the godly air
Watch as twilight falls
Let your mind wander
3 thousand years
Has been or Has to come
Here in Barcaelone
Lisp and roll your words away
Don't forget to skribble
Good ones down
Here in Barcealone.