Hemingway

I am moving towards finding my north
These wicked streets they call to me
They call my name, hey hey
They call my name
Such funny games, hey hey
And on my face I feel that eastern wind
Good news it never brings
I feel that eastern wind
And the season turns over
And my friends they don't have the time
And I am left here to wonder where are they, hey hey
And I am pushing against the tide
And I am pushing against the tide
Crashing through all the rolling waves of life
I am moving towards finding my north
This wicked sea it calls to me
It calls my name, hey hey
It calls my name
It calls my name, hey hey
And on my face I feel that eastern wind, good news it never brings
A part of me will leave with everyone I meet, I feel



Credits
Writer(s): Arthur A Kremer, Phil Zuckerman, Margaret Dobbins, Emmett Aiello
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