Far from the Ferris wheels, hidden from the pearl of summer There's a place the lonesome steal away to lay their weary heads
I pardon the fish who swim, I forgive the birds that fly It's the people who walk around like me I can't seem to let go
But who am I? but a stone-thrower like you We could knock it all down But I'd rather make something new
If a hawk was perched above the morning we said goodbye I'd choose to take it as a sign, some things you must decide
Cause who am I? but a naysayer like you We could shoot it all down But that's just one point of view
The brick that build this house It is made of clay and shale Two common kinds of dirt and stone Provide us rooms to fill
I fill them with my love, i fill them with my sorrow With books and beds and coffee cups Come lay your weary head
Cause who are you? But a traveler like me We could burn the place down But I'd rather wait and see Who are you? But a wayfarer like me We could burn it all down But I'd rather let it beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
