Through dead grassy fields
And tall dry trees
Through murky lakes
And a hot harsh breeze
It’s not that fun
But I’m thrilled to be here
Because the next step
Is drawing ever near
The airport, the plane
And the whole new continent
Thoughts of the future
Keep me more than content
So I sit in this van
Unaware of my home
My mind across the sea
And my heart in Rome
And tall dry trees
Through murky lakes
And a hot harsh breeze
It’s not that fun
But I’m thrilled to be here
Because the next step
Is drawing ever near
The airport, the plane
And the whole new continent
Thoughts of the future
Keep me more than content
So I sit in this van
Unaware of my home
My mind across the sea
And my heart in Rome
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