Spent a little time at the Alamo missionWith the Spanish and the dogs on the streetI felt alright just sitting there wishingYou might find yourself among the likes of theseWhen you arrive come share the visionFind a place to live outside of povertyGuess you can try to be forgivenCome shed the weight of the things you've seenWhoa the weight of what you've seenSpanish cries from the back of a mission in San AntoneSleeping in a fifteen dollar room, I got a bed to spareA child's eyes break water on a desert dry as boneWhoa San AntoneSan AntonioYou just might find whatever you're missingA little bit of love in a place you ought to beWater or wine, however you're livingLights of the city, and a river to the seaLights of the city, a river to the seaOut on the streetWith holes in the shoes on his feetIf a saint walked byYou wouldn't even know his nameLove her or leave her, it's all the sameYou got to go my friend, that's alrightBut don't be surprised when she calls your nameAsking you to stay another nightOh one more night
