I wrote you a letter
After saying goodbye
I tried to explain
That I did not mean
To hurt you
I never sent the letter
I couldn't find
The right word
To describe my restless soul
And how it felt for me
With a glass of wine, my thoughts run wild
I am remembering the life I left behind
I no longer felt free, so I went my own way
I did not intend to leave you, but I ran out of love
In a small café near the border of Mexico
The jukebox plays Negrita de mis pesares
Con su reboso de seda
Que le traje de Tepic
Yeah, life is good at the Café del Rio
I'm sitting alone at the Café del Rio
I was a slave to heartache for a long long time
Tired of wasting my days, I could not keep living a lie. I did not intend to leave you, but I ran out of love
In a small café near the border of Mexico
The jukebox plays Negrita de mis pesares
Con su reboso de seda
Que le traje de Tepic
Yeah, life is good at the Café del Rio
Yeah, life is good at Cafe del Rio