One Day in Cuba, I'm gonna pick up my guitar
And play you a love song under a palm tree, by Hemingway's favorite bar
One Day in Cuba, I'm gonna pick up my guitar
And play you a love song under a palm tree, by Hemingway's favorite bar
We'll glide with the fins and the steel, with the sun where the roof oughta be
If it rains we'll bid farewell to arms, and then we'll just dance by the sea
We all have scars, we need to heal to be true, yeah?
And we all need love
Maybe we'll find what we need
Maybe we'll get what we need
One day in Cuba
One day in Cuba, I'll use my head to realize
People are people and the bells always tolls
But the sun will always rise
We all have scars, we need to heal to be true, yeah?
And we all need love
Maybe we'll find what we need
Maybe we'll get what we need
One day in Cuba
We all have scars
And we all need love
We all have scars
And we all need love