The sound of air whistling in my ears.
Forgetting old those old city fears.
Knowing I'm moving to a much better place.
A city where I'll be the new face.
A home away from the home I once knew.
A place away from all the time I grew.
Away from all my old family and friends.
Away from the postcards I do send...
So I start it all anew and work from scratch
and any holes in my plans I try to patch.
For it's hard when you're the new guy around
and your out there looking to be found...
Just a face in the crowd is all we are
as we drive on down the highway in our car..

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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