from my seat I see the fields move by
colours 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
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