[00:00.00]Three Weeks In Havana - Blake Mills
[00:37.52]I married Susanna
[00:41.29]In a place called Havana
[00:47.58]The autumn breeze carried me away
[00:55.52]The heat and fog around me leaving
[00:59.61]Sweet and vacant were the days
[01:12.41]Truth and honesty
[01:15.62]Can be two very different things
[01:21.99]A truth can be carelessly confessed
[01:29.57]And honestly
[01:31.82]The truth
[01:33.21]I do not ask
[01:34.98]For fear it's what I'll get
[01:46.44]Out there in Havana
[01:50.18]Paint peels like banana
[01:56.70]The idol is loved and misplaced
[02:03.86]Glimmering fronds of a royal palm
[02:07.50]Shelter now the unattended face
[02:54.91]Headless bird on a jungle spear
[02:58.93]No we're not playing games here
[03:05.40]Perhaps it'd be best if we moved along
[03:13.36]The dream ends suddenly
[03:16.93]The spirit leaves a hint a gift a song
[03:30.03]So I buried Susanna
[03:33.84]In a place called Havana