Mexican Vacation (Kids In The Candlelight) - Elton John

I carried you in my arms

Through the hotel to our room

The night was filled with music

Those old historic tunes

Songs of revolution

Filled our hearts and fed our souls

As the fireworks exploded

Like those cannons long ago

See the kids in the candlelight

Spirits on the mend

Every golden child tonight

Just changes on the wind

See the kids in the candlelight

See them shining bright

Innocence beyond the fight

See the kids in the candlelight

Five hundred wooden saints below

The color’s cracked and dry

You said their stories should be told

Did they suffer when they died?

Give us your tradition

Give us hope and send us home

We’ll be the cracked bells tolling

The voice of dust and bones

The pillow that you dream on

Lies rolled up on the floor

You tossed it at the TV screen

At the drug lord and his war

Thinking of the courtyard

Forced a tear from your eye

The white shirts in the moonlight

The warm forgiving smiles

Yeah, yeah, yeah