(Rough Draft)
Cry of the daylight
Of the newborn sun
Across the fields
The day has only just begun
The flutter of the...
Gently rising from the land
...of pearls
Untouched by greedy hands
And beauty lies in the struggle to survive
...no need for sacrifice
As I sit here stuck on Highway 95
I get a little nervous
Watchin' time rushing by
So when you take
Me to the place
Where(?) I can wash away
This world we've made
In my life
I call my own
That's the place
Where I belong
Yes, that's the place
Where I belong
...question
...
It's all over, babe
Let go of the dawn
That's when I drift away
In search of something else
And beauty lies in the time I spend with you
Dry season's over
I've got nothing left to lose
Then as the rain comes down on Highway 95
And you take
Me to the place
Where I can wash away
This world we've made
In my life
I call my own
That's the place
Where I belong
And I
Get a little nervous
Watchin' my life pass me by
...
Ooo, that open sky over me(?)
Just tryin' to be free
I'm not lookin' for...
I'm just tryin' to start again
So can you take me
To the place
Where I can wash away
This world we've made
In my life
I call my own
That's the place
Where I belong
That's the place
Where I belong
That's the place
Where I belong
That's the place
Where I belong
'Cause that's the place
That's the place
Where I belong!
Where I belong
Where I belong!
Written by Isaac Hasson / Jeffrey Scott Bluestein
© Wooleybird Music, ASCAP
Transcribed by J. Son
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