A rainy night in Barcelona
Somewhere, a saxophone plays
It’s a city a dreams, a city of loves
In the streets where their memory lays

I Saw the ghost of a girl that I kissed once
She was walking along by my side
The rose of her cheeks, still fresh in my mind
As she faded away from my sight


But the night and the moon they can trick you
As they wrap you up tight like a glove
You get just one chance, but then, maybe two
And I’m finding my way back to love

I won’t turn my back on the future
And I hope that you won’t be there
Once in my life, was more than enough
To drown deep in your perfumed hair

And the waiter begged me under the shelter
From my table, outside in the rain
But I raised up my glass, filled with heaven’s white wine
Toast the memory, of lover’s disdain

Time dances its way past the cafe
As I’m washed clean from heaven above
You get just one chance, but then, maybe two
And I’m finding my way back to love

The rain ran away from my eyelids
I heard the songs of the streets once again
Flamenco guitars and a soft mandolin
Cooing come hither my friend

A woman I’ve never laid eyes on
Flowing skirt and a white peasant blouse
That night I was kissed by a stranger
A lightning bolt full on the mouth

There’s mysteries beyond every corner
Adventures you’ve never dreamed of
You get just one chance, but then, maybe two
And I’m finding my way back to love
You get just one chance, but then, maybe two
And I’m finding my way back to love