In the Puesta del Sol
In the Puesta del Sol
I'm going home
I'm going home
Ya, my baby's been gone a long, long time gonna meet him on the flipside
Of the Puesta del Sol
His time to fly
His time to fly
No goodbye
No goodbye
One day he's here, the next he's gone, guess he's needed on the flipside
Of the Puesta del Sol
Oh I feel the west wind blowing, calling me home
Not afraid of where I'm going, or the great unknown
One day I'm gonna fly to that Pink Paradise
Where my baby is waiting, on the otherside
Of the Puesta del Sol
Of the Puesta del Sol
I'm going home
I'm going home
My baby's been gone a long, long time gonna meet him on the flipside
Of the Puesta del Sol
When it's my time just gonna fly
And I'll see you on the flipside
Of the Puesta del Sol
