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Now it's time I packed up, gotta leave.
The day's nearly here and I've yet to sleep.
I'm combing the dirt with my hands again,
Desperate to find my elsewhere.
The pain's just arrived, suitcase in the hall.
Made up her bed, ready to give it all.
Stirring a spell in my head.
I'm not ready if that train's comin'.
Let me belong, here in the wind,
with the sun that greets my skin.
I wait in line,
elsewhere on my mind again.
And elsewhere's so hard to find,
but I try.
I feel like the unclaimed prize at fortuneâs fete.
The fairgroundâs moved on, so maybe Iâm too late.
Pacing around, in my head, again,
into the depths of elsewhere.
I'm not ready if that train's comin'.
Let me belong, here in the wind,
with the sun that greets my skin.
I wait in line,
elsewhere on my mind again.
And elsewhere's so hard to find,
but I try.
Thereâs no peace of mind,
'cause elsewhereâs hard to find.
Thereâs no peace of mind,
'cause elsewhereâs hard to find,
God knows Iâve tried.
- Album:
- Home Part 1
- Gallantry’s Favorite Son
- What The Night Delivers
- Miscellaneous
- Scott Matthews - NapsterLive Session (e-Release)
- Into the Firing Line
- Fractured
- Boats In Rivers
- iTunes Festival: London 2007
- Passing Stranger
- Passing Stranger (Bonus Track Version)
- Passing Stranger (Radio Edit)
- Passing Stranger (Radio Edit) [e-Release]
- Dream Song
- Dream Song (Radio Edit)
- Mona
- Mona (Birthday Mix)
- Way to Blue: The Songs of Nick Drake
- Island Life: 50 Years of Island Records
- Elsewhere