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• Artiste: David Lamotte
• Titre: Northbound
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The birds flying south for the winter Must think I'm losing my mind Driving north at the end of November Certainly I should remember Idaho's winters aren't kind A friend told me once for this country This is the best time of year There'ill surely be no competition I'm the only travelling musician No one else would choose now to come here I stop into these taverns for company Where the music and laughter are loud Only to find there's no loneliness Like being lonely in a crowd Northbound Northbound It's like standing in line at a wedding Receiving the guests with a smile For a moment a face fills my vision I shake hands like a tired politician And I'd love just to talk for a while But the faces keep changing each minute Guessing at names I don't know It's so hard to keep on believing Seems I spend so much time leaving And so little time coming home And I guess it's a bit of a pattern How I find a warm place and then run Like all I can see is the shadows When I stand in the light of the sun Northbound Northbound Today there's no sunlight to stand in The sky's just as gray as the ground And the birds are all leaving this town