So there we were, sitting by the highway
Our overnight bus had dropped us off in the grey
An old woman stood there frying something in a pan
We bought the something, and sat there as the day began
We munched the fried something and sipped at milky oats
Cars marched their way to work, grunting through their throats
Breakfast by the road, as Cochabamba stirred into action
I nod at the lady. Road breakfasts - I can see the attraction