It is the only appliance that grinds the grain into flour
And kneads the dough in the same container

I cut myself a two-foot switch from some tropical hardwood nearby
And the sounds of a carnival drifted miraculously
Through the air from a thousand miles away
The monkeys jumped from tree to tree
It sent a deathly chill through me
In bolivia

Wildcats I had never seen claimed places in my room
Animal noises rang through the thick brush like voices from the tom
I saw the freshly polished chrome
Gleaming in the mid-day sun
And I knew that you were coming home
To bolivia