, Track Nine: Una Bella For seven years, I’ve seen...

Track Nine: Una Bella

For seven years, I’ve seen a lot of trees

I’ve seen a lot of big rigs

up and down the street

If I move out to the west coast

would you move there with me?

My health, my hope, my heart, my pride

It is on the line, each and every single day

Why won’t you hold my hand?

Why won’t you sing?

Why won’t you buy my records when you hear them?

una bella sorca

I take my time on every line, but sometimes

They don’t come for months and I feel like I failed.

I’d rather take 40 years if it means

I can say what I feel, and nothing else

I wanna spend my remaining years doing what I love

and what I feel, and loving those around me