Old Man Luedecke
Wrong Side of the Country
In Vancouver, I bury my youth hereEnd of the road come, my eyes were wide and blindI tried to live in, the myths I've givenMy imagination since I was eight or nineThat I'm a rambler, true love handlerRunning on the fuel of music and wineBy downtown fountains, I laid me down by mountainsI laid me down to sleep and when I sleep I cryI'm on the wrong side of the countryOn the wrong side of my mindOn the wrong side of the country my loveAnd man, I am hard to findGuess I'm no traveler, I'm a soul unravelerBut living in me is a map of the countryMade miscalculations on the size of nationsBut when the cold winds blow you can't sleep out at nightSo I sit here broke down, in flat near ChinatownWaiting for tea, wondering why when I speak I cry
From Letras Mania