| Soft winds on the mainland
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| Ten stories below
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| Every window could take you far as can go
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| At worst a conclusion
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| Closure at best
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| Drifting with the currents way out west
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| So much for city
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| I gave it a try
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| So much for the sunset through those sky scraping eyes
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| Outgrowing the options
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| Guess I’m a gust
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| Now I’ve gotta press on way out west
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| I don’t wanna wait anymore
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| I don’t wanna wait till my feet get fixed to the floor
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| But I’m waiting for you
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| Tied up to the tide
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| Admiring the outlook
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| It ends where it starts
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| Tried to share my vision with somebody’s heart
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| But they’re only browsing
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| Tourists at best
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| I’m on duty somewhere way out west
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| I don’t wanna wait anymore
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| I don’t wanna wait till my feet get fixed to the floor
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| But I’m waiting for you
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| Tied up to the tide
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| Some good-natured warning
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| Barely misses my head
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| Questions left unanswered will remain misread
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| Weightless for an instant
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| Forever at rest
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| Far beyond the seasons way out west |