[Intro] (window seat, 30,000 feet, looking down) (pale boy in transit again, but the trip is the crown) (eyes a little wet, can't lie about that) (the abuelas... the abuelas... I'm coming back, that's a fact) [Verse 1] Five days in Mexico, infinity of growth Carmen's tacos, Lupita's conga, Esmé's troth Of welcoming a stranger, of feeding the lost Of kissing a forehead at any cost Of treating me like a son, like a mijo, like a brother Even when I couldn't speak Spanish, like another Family member who just forgot the dialect Pale boy welcomed like a perfect mosquito-net [Pre-Chorus] Pale boy in paradise, pale boy returning Pale boy with a heart that is officially yearning For tacos, for conga, for the sun and the salt Pale boy in transit, this trip's not a fault [Chorus] PALE BOY in PARADISE, pale boy looking down Mexico's a coastline, pale boy with a frown But it's a happy frown, a "I'll be back" frown PALE BOY in PARADISE, pale boy with the crown Of an experience that changed his whole approach To food, to family, to everything I broach [Verse 2] The wife is at the airport, she'll pick me up at six I have a Tupperware of seeds, a story full of tricks A sunburn that's already healing, brown not red Memories I'll carry until I'm dead Carmen, Lupita, Esmé, mis abuelas Wherever I go, I take you, mis estrellas You're in my taco game now, you're in my soft-boy soul Pale boy converted, pale boy whole [Bridge] (thank you, abuelas) (thank you, Mexico) (thank you, Diego at the bar) (thank you, Beto with the conga moves I can't replicate) (thank you, hot sand, for the lesson about flip-flops) (thank you, hammock, for the four hours of nothing) (thank you, sky, for the colors I didn't know existed) [Outro] PALE BOY in PARADISE... (touching down... in PDX... back to the gloom...) (but with a heart that's now full to the brim) (siéntate. siéntate. te amo, abuelas.) (...gracias...)
