Waking up in Barcelona

Waking up in Barcelona
There’s nothing to do but drink coffee slowly
And feel the sun
That comes through the window

These old walls laugh at us all
Bullet holes older than my soul

Down in the square
Before the internationals rise for the day
There’s only locals
I’m looking at them looking at me
Why don’t you come to Sunday dinner they ask
It’s not just the old world you’re eating

These old walls laugh at us all
Bullet holes older than my soul

Passing these eyes on the street
They wear their lives on their faces
And they know
There’s too many people here
from other places

Some hate but they take my money anyway

These old walls laugh at us all
Bullet holes older than my soul