Intro: This is my third night under bright shooting stars I have crossed into Mexico, maybe that's where you are You told me you'd come here, if our love should end Eighty miles past the border on the Mexican wind So I followed the dusty roads into Flores Magon And they said you had left there for Aquiles Ser- dan You told me you'd come here, if our love should end Eighty miles past the border on the Mexican wind There's a place in the desert where we let it be- gin We would dance close together as the candles would dim In a quiet can- tina with sweet mando- lins As they'd serenade softly on the Mexican wind Instrumental My life seems to slow down, the further I go Into the bare heart of old Mexi- co Still I keep searching for someone who once let me in But somehow I lost him to the Mexican wind There's a place in the desert where we let it be- gin We would dance close together as the candles would dim In a quiet can- tina with sweet mando- lins As they'd serenade softly on the Mexican wind Eighty miles past the border on the Mexican wind ---