Days go by Gaucho
Still inside of me an emptiness
my mask slipped
and what you saw was me

Did it scare you?

Does it remind you of her
Julia?...the blue lady
everything I'm not
yet still...sometimes

When you look at me
you see her
why do we let our past
run the future?

look at me cowboy
see me
not her

Tame the shrew...
can you handle it?