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



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Let there be no storm on the crossing below

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Let there be no storm on the crossing below

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Let there be no storm on the crossing below

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Let there be no storm on the crossing below