Welcome to San Luno, run by Señor Bruno
We sleep during your day light
Within this city we keep desert hours
We come awake at night
Buildings made of mesa, stone and pueblo cliffs
The inhabitants are happy
Though there’s lots we miss.

Like there is no glass here, nor trees to offer shade
We keep things simple and simplistic
For we were desert made.
And while Agave and cacti serve us well in time
The limits of the desert increase as population climbs
We import lots of goods and struggle with our water
But we’ll be fine some time
As long as Bruno marries Coyote’s Daughter

Bienvenido Santa Sola, run by San Miguel
Our priest is lovely, our father treats us well
Our land is by the cliff-side, above an ocean blue
And we thrive on fish trade, and we sell pearls too
Buildings by the seaside may be strange to see
But the inhabitants are happy
The ocean makes us free.

Like we can go out in the sun, though burning is a risk
And church is plenty fun, our Father brings us bliss
For we are seaside made
And while the fish seem fine
It’s been a while since we’ve seen San Miguel outside
He makes up rules that make less sense
Than surfing at low tide
But promises that Coyote will
Give San Miguel his Bride