I think I told you this before…

Mariana, wherever you seen a cop beating a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Wherever there’s a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me miúda, I’ll be there
Wherever somebody’s struggling for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helping hand
Wherever somebody’s struggling to be free
Look in their eyes, Mariana…
You’ll see me

The beach is alive tonight
Nobody’s fooling nobody as to where it goes
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
Trying to understand my ghosts and sending you this prayer