Jon Swift
I Come From the Hills
I come from the hills to the city. I don't turn my head to see things pass. I spend many days on the corner Like a rock in a rushing river's path. I come from the hills.I'm looking at you like a farmer. You keep looking at me like I'm going to change. There's things to be done on my side Behind those expectations on your face. I come from the hills.I wake up on cue every morning. And I do the same every night. But I'm best when I'm walking down the back roads With no destination in sight. I come from the hills.I make my few dollars with blank eyes. Get out on weekends if I can. It may seem I gave everything But I still got the hills 'neath my skin. I come from the hills.
From Letras Mania