"When the year rolled round in which the gods decreed he should go home to Ithaca, his troubles still went on..." - Homer (not Simpson.) I knew poor Michael would hate this song, but I wrote it anyway. 2023

out in the west there's
nothin to fence us in
oh miguel
give into a life of sin

come on miguel I wanna make you
come on miguel i wanna make you
come on miguel I wanna make you mine

to hold you close
I'd give anything
oh miguel
tell me how the coyotes sing

come on miguel
I wanna make you
come on miguel
I wanna make you
come on miguel
I wanna make you mine