Texty: Carlos Santana. Nothing At All.

I am a victim of my time, a product of my age
There's no choosing my direction
I was a holy man but now with all my trials behind me
I am weak in my conviction

And so I walk to try to get away
Knowing that someday I will finally have to face
The fear that will come from knowing that
The one thing I had left was you and now you're gone

You were a victim of my crimes, a product of my rage
You were a beautiful distraction, yeah
See, I kept you locked away outside, let misery provide
And now I am ashamed

And so I walk to try to find some space
Where I can be alone to live with my mistakes
And the fear that will come from knowing
That the one thing I had left was you and now you're gone

Is there nothing at all that I can do to turn your heart
Is there nothing to lean on that could help erase the scars
Te quiero, me quiero, and I could use a little strength before I fall
Is there nothing at all

I am victim of my time, a product of my age
You alone are my obsession
See, you were the one I left behind, you've been heavy on my mind
It's been a lonely road I've traveled

And so I walk to try to get away
Knowing that someday I will finally have to face
The fear that will come from knowing that
The one thing I had left was you and now you're gone

Is there nothing at all that I can do to turn your heart
Is there nothing to lean on that can help erase the scars
Te quiero, me quiero, and I could use a little strength before I fall
Is there nothing at all

Is there nothing at all that I can do to turn your heart
Is there nothing to lean on that can help erase the scars
Te quiero, me quiero, and I can use a little strength before I fall
Is there nothing at all

Is there nothing at all
Is there nothing to lean on