Mona Vs. the Argentine Lyrics

In my mind, there's a street
Where the honeysuckle grows
And the swollen sun filters through
Rows of oak trees.

On this street,
Mona lives in a blue house-
She smiles as I come up the sidewalk.

I look at her and I breathe
Through love's transparency.

In my mind, there's another voice
That rises up against these pretty dreams,
It duly screams: "These are not my needs."

"I don't give a damn about Mona's street.
I would rather join the Merchant Marines-
Half-crazed, on the deck of the Argentine."

I'll set off in both extremes.
Find the place that calms the ache:
Mona, Marines or another escape.
Returning yearning
Would be a mistake.
If I don't return-
For my sake, celebrate.