Lyrics

Belize

I flew to New York City Just to rent a proper tux
I remember on the runway how the wind tasted like us

By that I mean so free and clean our unkissed lips so clear
that even time and his nine thieves saw nothing they could steal

Sometimes I wonder, why did we leave Belize?
With you in my arms I had all that a man ever needs
but we left it behind with our eyes on the bright
castles of immigrants’ dreams
Sometimes I wonder, why did we leave Belize?

I still keep a picture of the night we went to that dance
We drove to the City in my uncle’s dusty blue van

The orchid pinned above your heart was just a Jungle gift
my mother sewed some cotton gauze around the humble stem

Sometimes I wonder, why did we leave Belize?

There are symphonies of sentiments I just can’t seem to write
twenty years of books have covered up that perfect night

Now you’ve gone to Boston left our dusty roads behind
I’ve heard that you’re a doctor that you help fix people’s minds

Sometimes I wonder, why did we leave Belize?

Butterfly I miss you I will miss you all my life
If I had the chance for one more dance, I’d make you my wife

The wind is cold as river stones, the winter’s on its way
but I would walk through blizzards just to look upon your face

Copyright Wolff Bowden, 2008