Indian Blanket - What Means to Travel(feat. Klara Soderberg) | Текст песни

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• What Means to Travel(feat. Klara Soderberg)

I left my home in Virginia
I was looking for a place to run
I lived my life before you
I lived my life and now it's done

So I grabbed my bags and took off
Going where I hadn't been
But for a moment I looked back
To see the fire you were standing in

Cold wind keeps howling at my door.
So I can't hear you anymore.

I left my duster in Memphis
I left my cap on the sea
I left my long hair in Portland
Honey all you ever left was me

But I ain't begging for your pardon
Or calling you down from that tree
I'll let you be my compass
If you turn that steering wheel free

Cold wind keeps howling at my door
So I can't hear you anymore