Port St. Willow
Tourist
Slow downNow where´s your conscienceAnd they´ll believe youWith open arms all soft and usedWhere the waking up is easyIn the bed where no one´s sleepingA half life you can´t findIt´s more than I could make you hold on toLet goYour hands are getting olderIt´s not your job to play the wardenIt´s more than I could make you hold on toSlow downYour roots are showingAnd you´re no orphanStay calmDon´t bend your reasonsYou´ve been always leavingIf you feel the weight of itFor the day I get the monkey off my backI plan to be around when the gray hairHits the floor below your knees´´Can´t you see I´m half way back?´´
From Letras Mania