Silver City Days

I don't go back anymore
I don't go.
Sometimes when the rain turns to snow
or when the clouds look like white capt mountains from home
I go.

Mhmm, then I go
Mhhm, I go back to the Colombian
Mhm, I go back to the Colombian.

It's early may silver city days
and beyond the smoke starts
I follow my river back.

But I don't go
I don't go
sometimes when the sunsets behind the tree or
when I ask cold the sun the street from home,
I go.

I cross the old bridge
I pass been giving time rises road
I follow my river home.