Clear skies past the back door
You'll never get that far
lookin' for lonely quarters
behind the liquor store
Mother cries on the stoop but
she's gotta let him go
The sun shines for the lonely
down in Little Mexico
Cold nights, hold tight
The weak hold out for the morning
well the morning's in sight
Runnin' outta time, baby
A couple trains ago
I hear a shout callin'
callin' me back home
I keep hope in Little Mexico
She walks down past the marketplace
She's never been that far
Outside the church somewhere
she's inside the bar
Senora de Guadalupe
painted on the wall
watches over the lonely
down in Little Mexico
All roads lead us home
back to Little Mexico