Dan Mangan
Set The Sails
You decide to be aloneAnd hell it's cold enough to hibernateSo let it drift into the snowIt's where she chooses how to operateMight be time to pack her inSet the sails and just get hauled awayMaybe east or somethingWest was overrated anywayThe storm's coming downThese old walls are wearing thinThere's an ache to this townAnd something's gotta giveIf we're digging for goldAnd coming up dryJust a matter of timeJust a matter of time
From Letras Mania