Going back home
To a place I left behind
When I was just nine
Twelve years passed me by
Go back home x3
Just to find no home at all
My earliest memories they come
From a town called San Javier
But the town was empty and the houses of my childhood
Had been taken back by the weeds
Stretching their arms
Going back home x3
Just to find no home at all
In Bogota the altitude Made it hard to inhale
Everyone spoke a certain way
That I lost when I came to the United States