LOST IN MEXICO
(Funk, Tingstad)

In the bars of the old city
Where only locals go
She searches in the midnight
For he who’s like a ghost

Following his footsteps
The man who can’t be found
Rumor takes her one way
And spins her back around

Oh, where did that man go
Lost in Mexico

When she sees a stranger
If they meet her eyes
She cries out “where’s my baby at?”
But, there’s no reply

Oh, where did that man go
Lost in Mexico

The days are long in exile
The nights are longer still
She doesn’t care about finding the money
And she never will

Following his footsteps
Circling ‘round and ‘round
Looking for an answer to
The man who can’t be found

Oh, where did that man go
Lost in Mexico
Lost in Mexico