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To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet.
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet.
To the north, to the north, never to be caught.
To the south, to the south, my time is running out.
Ever since my childhood I've been scared, I've been afraid,
of being trapped by circumstance, of staying in one place,
and so I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored,
somewhere secret, somewhere safe, somewhere close to the door.
Well I've travelled many countries, washed my feet in many seas,
I've drunk with grifters in Vienna and with punks in old DC,
and I've driven across deserts,
driven by the irony that only being shackled to the road could ever I be free.
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet.
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet.
To the north, to the north, never to be caught.
To the south, to the south, my time is running out.
I've felt old before my time
but now I keep the age away by burning up the miles and by filling up my days.
And the nights, a thousand nights I've played, a thousand more to go,
before I take a breath, and steel myself for the next one thousand shows.
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet.
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet.
To the north, to the north, never to be caught.
To the south, to the south, my time is running out.
So saddle up your horses and keep your powder dry,
because the truth is you won't be here long, soon you're going to die.
To the heart, to the heart, there's no time for you to waste,
and you won't find your precious answers by staying in one place,
by giving up the chase.
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet.
To the west, to the west, I haven't got there yet.
To the north, to the north, never to be caught.
To the south, to the south, my time is running out.
To the south, to the south, my time is running out.
To the south, to the south, my time is running out.
I face the horizon, everywhere I go.
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home.
I face the horizon, everywhere I go.
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home.
- Album:
- Mittens EP
- Positive Songs for Negative People
- THE THIRD THREE YEARS
- Tape Deck Heart
- Losing Days
- Miscellaneous
- England Keep My Bones
- Poetry Of The Deed
- Love Ire & Song
- Ten for Ten
- Poetry Of The Deed (Deluxe Edition)
- Spotify Sessions [Live From Spotify Austin (Curated by...
- Spotify Live EP
- Mittens
- Least Of All Young Caroline
- Xtra Mile High Club, Vol. 6: Summer In The City
- Poetry of the Deed (Bonus Track Version)
- Poetry of the Deed (Deluxe Version)
- The Road
- Positive Songs for Negative People (Deluxe)