From my seat I see the fields move by,
coulours strong- it's been a long, long time.
It's the first time I see summer on the Westhill.
I lean back and let my eyes just go
floating now where they want to float.
They seem to take to the horizon.
Now I know there is a world beyond
the small place I was coming from.
I feel at home here in the middle of nowhere.
I will never know the names
of these places that I travel through
to reach the coastline-
I've been told I will be there in time.
Please oceancloud,
let there be no storm on the crossing below
1 | The Passenger |
2 | Love Is No Big Truth |
3 | Stay Out Of Trouble |
4 | Little Kids |
5 | Sorry Or Please |
6 | Winning A Battle, Losing The War |
7 | Failure |
8 | The Weight Of My Words |
9 | Homesick |
10 | Know How |