12.

It won’t be easy, you’ll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love
After all that I’ve done.
You won’t believe me;
All you will see is a girl you once knew,
Although she’s dressed up to the nines
At sixes and sevens with you.

I had to let it happen, I had to change,
Couldn’t stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window,
Staying out of the sun,
So I chose freedom,
Running around trying everything new,
But nothing impressed me at all.
I never expected it to.

Don’t cry for me, Argentina
The truth is, I never left you.
All through my wild days,
My mad existence,
I kept my promise.
Don’t keep your distance.

And as for fortune, and as for fame,
I never invited them in,
Though it seemed to the world
They were all I desired.
They are illusions,
They’re not the solutions
They promised to be.
The answer was here all the time:
I love you, and hope you love me.
Don’t cry for me, Argentina…

(humming “instrumental”)

Don’t cry for me, Argentina.
The truth is, I never left you.
All through my wild days,
My mad existence,
I kept my promise.
Don’t keep your distance.

Have I said too much?

There’s nothing more I can think of
To say to you.
But all you have to do is look at me to know
That every word is true.