Lyric

I left the city on my own

I took my car without a map

I’m here alone

Catching the wind to remove water

Filled in my eyes

I close my eyes

Take a slow, deep breath

Little bit chilly

Calls back memories of the old days

Feel a little wistful

Take a little break

Sitting by the lake with my guitar

I hear humming of birds, wind

Leafs on a branch of a tree

I close my eyes

Take a slow, deep breath

Sounds of brass bands and the voice of

A kid’s baseball team

Take a little break

See the kids waving goodbye before sun dawn

They’re smelling mama’s warm cooked

Dinner on their way back home

Dogs are barking at stray cats

And ravens are flying across the evening light

I’ve come so far on my own

I left the car with my guitar

I’m here now

Waking close to where I belong