| (paul cotton) | |
| Though its true i'm living with | |
| A travelling heart, | |
| And it was yours you knew from the very start | |
| And i have come to know your eyes | |
| When they're hiding | |
| Lost in the time that slowly cries, | |
| Come on riding | |
| And 8 to 5 living, it ain't a lot less than alive | |
| Knowing there's a dream calling out of | |
| Your window | |
| And don't we really know when time | |
| Is moving slow | |
| And we all go on to nowhere | |
| And every hour to work you say , just wishing | |
| Where have i gone today . well i've | |
| Gone fishing | |
| With the sun in my eyes ond burning up | |
| The skies and the river just watches me run. | |
| Well its true i'm living with a | |
| Travelling heart, | |
| But it was yours you knew from the very start | |
| And i have come to know your eyes | |
| When they're hiding | |
| Lost in the time that slowly cries, | |
| "come on riding" yeah yeah | |
| And all the stories you can read in the city | |
| Look real hard between the lines, do you | |
| See me? | |
| Well the heart in my hand is slowing me | |
| Down again | |
| And the river just a watches me run. | |
| Well the heart in my hands seems to slow | |
| Me down again | |
| And the river just watches me run. aha. |
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