Story Behind The Song
Came out of one of those times when you feel disheartened.
| Song Length |
5:19 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock, Folk - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant |
Subject |
Regret, Sadness |
| Similar Artists |
The Byrds, Bob Dylan |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Birds fly over the ocean, flying far out to sea;
I understand the commotion, that caused all those feathers to flee;
The harbor can get so confusing,
The sands wash away everyday,
Conversation, no longer amusing;
I need, to find, a place, a time.
On the other side of the street, that's where I long to be going.
My maker there I will meet, he'll help with this load I am towing.
Sun sets over the canyon, sagebrush rolls down the streets;
Looking to find a companion, whose heart isn't filled with defeat;
Cause livin' that way, gets so heavy
Makes it so hard to see clear;
Like swimmin'zzz 'gainst a break in a levee
I need, to find, a place, a time.
On the other side of the street, that's where I long to be going.
My maker there I will meet, he'll help with this load I am towing.
Walking down this old highway, I hear the sounds of the past;
Images of the illusions, that slipped right out of my grasp;
Oh if I had awoke every morning,
If I'd opened my eyes every day,
I wouldn't be standing here longing,
I need, to find, a place, a time.
On the other side of the street, that's where I long to be going.
My maker there I will meet, he'll help with this load I am towing.