The blues while in Peru

 

 

I found myself falling deeper into depression with every step I took, getting off the plane in Lima.

Peru became the third country in South America I’d visited in the past six years and for the first time, I was not excited about traveling.

I was here to explore Machu Picchu and some of the most ancient and magical places it held on earth, yet all I could see about me was poverty and plaid-clad tourists gumming up every sacred spot I found.

But I learned that locations which matter most, are found in the heart–not the zip codes, latitudes or settings found in pamphlets which we find ourselves in.

The ruins reminded me of past regrets. The food recalled my love for salt. But I made friends with the lamas that roamed freely in the Himalayan fog while I wrote this song.

 

Soul in His Shoes

© David Wesley Vaughan

I went searching for the mystic

In a land of above the clouds

Always been the kind of man

Who needs to live his life out loud

But I’m in Agua Caliente

Not so hot since I’ve been here

The Lamas walk with me 

And one talks and he

Whispers in my ear

 

Find the man with a soul right in his shoes

The message may be old my friend

But the news seems new to you

Find the man with a soul right in his shoes

It’s the only way I know to stay 

The blues while in Peru

 

Base of Machu Picchu

Ancient bones under my bed

Weight of all that’s gone before

Weighing on my head

There’s work to do in Cusco

What it is is still not clear

But the lamas walk with me

And one talks and he

Whispers in my ear

 

Find the man with a soul right in his shoes

The message may be old my friend

But the news seems new to you

Find the man with a soul right in his shoes

It’s the only way I know to stay 

The blues while in Peru