Remember the first and last goodbye
Looking for answers to untie
We traveled the long road
And at night we dreamt that we could drive
Racing short and taking hope
We're biding our time and growing old
Encircling questions
Looking for direction and self control
Why did we go, Santiago?
Memories fade in late July
She's looking too close and feeling shy
It's taken forever
While love will have to lead us awry
Remember the first and last goodbye
A place is to grow and hide for life
We traveled the long road
It gave us sight for the price of desires
Why did we go, Santiago?