I went to Baja California

When winter was too long

Came to see a friend

And to write another song

Found him in the desert

Sleeping in the sand

Dreaming of the ocean

Living in a can

He knew he should be leaving

But he didn’t seem to go

My Mexicali bro

From Northern Mexico

In a Yucca’s branches

Early at morn

Where desert meets

And silence was born

The heat played with the heat

And a yellow oriol

A bird that’s never flown

With its burning soul

It could have flown away

But it didn’t seem to know

Like my Mexicali bro

From Northern Mexico

A man was living in the attic

Of an old house on his own

With a roof and many holes

Of a love he left alone

One day his thoughts turned into one

Made him walk and later run

Couldn’t make out where to go

Like my Mexicali bro

So he went where the wind would blow

Like my Mexicali bro

From Northern Mexico