Summer On The Westhill

From my seat I see the fields move by

Car starts, it's been a long, long time

It's the first time, I see summer on the WesthillI lean back and let my eyes just go

Floating now where they want to float

They seem to, take to the horizonNow I know there is a world beyond

The small place I was comin' from

I feel at home here

In the middle of nowhereI will never know the names

Of these places that I travel through

To reach the coastline

I've been told I will be there in timePlease ocean cloud

Let there be no storm, on the crossing below

Please ocean cloud

Let there be no storm, on the crossing belowPlease ocean cloud

Let there be no storm, on the crossing below

Please ocean cloud

Let there be no storm, on the crossing below