I have enough airmiles to go to Pluto
I have a fan club on the moon
An enormous house that I can see from a plane
And in the eyes of some, fortune
An army of go-fers
A photo with Bush
A suite in the Waldorf
And more cars than friends
I want to not want
I have a pair of mascots who don't know who I am
And amongst everything that I have
I can’t find sufficient reason to forget you
Your small hand waving goodbye
That rainy night in San Juan
And the kisses that I took with me
Are only yours, not the ones I gave you
Going busily into the sky,
I forgot that life is better on the ground
My Puerto Rican, my Indian, my love
My unresolved matter
My Puerto Rican, my Indian,my love
My matter pending
I have three offices and a apartment in New York
And King Midas works with me
I have several reasons for being right
that there is no reason worse than oblivion
If I connect to the boy that I was,
I want to drop anchor
And other times to escape
to some lost place
I want to not want
to buy a ticket to yesterday
And in everything I have
I cannot find reason enough to forget you
My Puerto Rican, my Indian, my love
My matter pending