East of the East

Red oak and leaves of ocher
88 Acres
Of nothing and no one around

Monday is only Monday
And the sign never comes to you
And you know, you know, you know, you know, oh

Some overlook the reasons
And some never see it
Or say it's a seasonal change

But the rubber burned road's a'winding
East of the East it goes
And it goes and goes and goes and goes, oh



Credits
Writer(s): Maximilian Cooper-flint
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