Now I'm hydrated One foot in front of the other To the corner store In Tenancingo I see Christ the King over my right shoulder Towering over the city I think I will just give up on trying to empathize A simple "Hola" will have to do Yes I love people But I only say so to confuse And when no one else speaks Spanish It's easy to do So pull out the coffee maker, friends We will drink to our demise And bury our vanilla dreams Beneath blankets of surprise And try to fly home unaffected