Sometimes on long roads I look out the window and watch the grass move

The blurring ground brings Honduras back to me

I look up and for a moment it's there

I can hear it

I can feel it

And for a moment I see it

Everything comes back to me

Their music flows in my veins

The noise vibrates and fills my soul

Everytime I listen to it in my head

I can recall the joy and love of the people in Honduras

And no matter where I go

The countries I travel to

The cities I sleep in

My heartbeat will forever replicate the sound