Carolina John Rees Thoughts Of Leaving
Thoughts of leaving, they came so easily
Like the season's leaves, falling from a tree
No sense grieving, what is to be will be
Where ever I roam feels like home to me
Picked up easy
Like stiches on a sleeve, we just ripped 'em
When it came time to leave
But she gave me, a good lie to believe in
Where ever I roam feels like home to me
Clear as a brook with a single stare
Sometimes when I look, I still see her standing there
These streets are filthy but they feel like home to me
Clear as a brook with a single stare
Sometimes when I look, I still see her standing there
These streets are dirty but they feel like home to me
Thoughts of leaving, they came so easily
Like the season's leaves, falling from a tree
No sense grieving, what is to be will be
Where ever I roam feels like home to me
Where ever I roam feels like home to me
