I am the last conquistador, 
I am well meaning and intentions are earnest,
I am the first to document. 
my route is new an my spirit enlightened, 
I kept hold for your letters, 
but maybe it would be better if they burn.
Blueberries and dreams, 
burst at the seams, 
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, 
Blueberries and dreams, 
hollowed and squeezed, 
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, 
stepped into darkness only stars left to guide me
Still I´m the last conquistador, 
I keep on going, 
though the going ain´t easy. 
And now my mind´s in farrago, 
all jumbled up, in the promise of empire. 
I´m still searching for Beulah, 
and one day I will hold her in my arms. 
Blueberries and dreams, 
burst at the seams, 
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me.
Blueberries and dreams, 
hollowed and squeezed, 
I´m so delirious I´m oblivious to previous, 
hallucinations of a fool, that deceived us. 
A combination of disease and confusion. 
My whole life´s work, was just an illusion.
Blueberries and dreams,
burst at the seams, 
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, 
Blueberries and dreams, 
hollowed and squeezed, 
A combination of disease and confusion. 
My whole life´s work, was just an illusion.
Blue