Puesta del Sol

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