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green eyed boy on a farm town street got a ride to the coast, south by southeast 'don't worry about me no more' met a girl in spain, so the postcards said there's a little white house, a king size bed but he walked away like every time before and the loneliness was sneaking up behind him he's gone and run somewhere he knows'll never find him on african plains like he always said he would in foreign words he understood he signed his name 'you don't know what you're missing' but on the dusty road with hands cracked dry in the tall grass where the dogs are crying I, sometimes, wonder if he listens to the lonliness... and all he heard the preacher say was 'live your life before it slips away' so the postcards come to this old town and there's less to read and more to imagine now but kids he grew up with and folks he loves we hold him, close enough I hope and I hope there's someone with him & that the wind out where he's walking blows behind him he's gone and run somewhere he knows'll never find him and the wind blows in the door gets shut a thousand times, if I've told them once. they don't remember but he smiles at me he says hello Letras de cancionesthere are people turned everywhere we go so how can I remember when it comes and it goes the wind blows in this empty room it comes too late and then it goes too soon (in the winter time, when it's snowing the snow is all around us, falling all around us like ashes from the sky) From Letras Mania