I Want to Go Back to Cartagena

I want to go back to Cartagena

I want to sail to the south right away

I need to hear vallenatos a la Victrola

Time if you haven't noticed is

Still wasting away

I want to get lost in old Habana

I long to walk down the wide Malecon

Quiero hablar con los pescadores

Y oler las flores

And drive in a '56 Caddy right into the dawn

What am I doin'? Deja vu'in'

Still singing and swearing

And wearing my traveling clothes

What am I sayin'? Can't imagine not playin'

Just show me the way to the bar and

A nomad who knows

I have to get back to Ushuaia

The southern constellations

Are calling to me

I need to dance a midnight tango

Hear some Django

There's a boat waiting there

Bound for the far Tasman Sea

I want to go back to Cayo Hueso

Back where they sing the sun into the sea

I want to dance with circus gypsies

Talk with hippies

Where the past and the future

Still walk down that same sandy street

The importance of elsewhere

Is still that important to me

Yes, the importance of elsewhere

Is still so important to me

I want to go back to Cartagena