Brother, you went back to Ecuador
3am I heard the door, slam shut.
I heard the taxi drive off.
You never said goodbye-
neither did I.
Brother, you're going back to Ecuador
I still deplore, the way you speak to me
as if I'm a waste space, I wish I could erase,
the things you've done in the past
the things you've said.
More than that, I wish I could
forgive and forget.
Brother, you're in Ecuador now
and I'm left wishing somehow
it had been different this time
but perhaps in time, things will change
perhaps in time, we'll find a way
to get along.
