Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paul Simon, artist - Wild Rivers. Date of issue: 15.04.2016
Song language: English
Paul Simon |
| I’ll apologize but I’ll try to make it unclear |
| And I love this city but I’m really not from here |
| Now I gotta leave this town as a washed up stuntman |
| In a beat up coupe I imagine is a Mustang |
| There’s a voice in my head singing out turn it around |
| But I’m on a highway honey tearing up the East bound |
| There’s a man out there smiling like a dying king |
| Laughing at my soul, searching for anything |
| And I’ve got mine |
| I am a rock, I am an isle |
| And I got mine |
| I’m shaking ground, I’m faking found |
| In my little town |
| These days I’m searching for the great unknown |
| Wondering if Paul Simon ever had it good alone |
| Find me a place that can make a couple tables turn |
| That’s warm all winter with a couple more bridges to burn |
| And I am a child yet I’ve got to let my spirit roam |
| A few more years before I’ll hitch a ride home |
| I’ve got bones to break and miles to go alone |
| One day I’ll start writing like I’m Leonard Cohen |
| And I’ve got mine |
| I am a rock, I am an isle |
| And I got mine |
| I’m shaking ground, I’m faking found |
| In my little town |
| I’m still tall and made of stone |
| But I still can’t rest on my own |
| I’m still tall and made of stone |
| But I still can’t rest on my own |
| I’m on my own |