Tried to pass myself My accent won't help I can't fool no one I'm no native son
Just on holiday, anyway There will always be a trace of this place in me When does one thing ever end and the next begin? Every day back then felt like a hyphen
I cannot recall where I was at all But I know what I heard when I wrote those words "Green River" still runs under that same sun I never saw the source but I know the chorus
When does one thing ever end and the next begin? Every day back then felt like a hyphen I do not wish to retrace the steps I've taken All that matters now is where I'm going
There will always be a trace of this place in me "Green River" still runs under that same sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
