East Coast 3D

I left the East Coast hungry
I left the East Coast blind
My body was like an arrow
Like it was triggered by my mind

The wind picked up
I said, "Can you carry me please?"
And I held on tight
I was lifted
Lifted by the breeze

When I hit the city tempted
I hit the city dry
The streets were long and narrow
And the coast so far behind

The wind changes direction
Got me down on my knees
Cause part of me is still hangin' on the Nova Scotia breeze
On the Nova Scotia breeze

There is a season, season for runnin' and breezin'
There is a season, season for growin' and grievin'
There is a season, season for runnin' and breezin'

Runnin' and breezin'
Runnin' and breezin'



Credits
Writer(s): Jane Ehrhardt, Simon Paradis
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