From my seat I see the fields move by,coulours strong- it's
been a long, long time.It's the first time I see Summer on
the Westhill.I lean back and let my eyes just gofloating now
where they want to float.They seem to take to the horizon.Now I
know there is a world beyondthe small place I was coming from.I
feel at home herein the middle of nowhere.I will never know the
namesof these places that I travel throughto reach the
coastline.I've been told I will be there in time.Please
oceancloud,let there be no storm on the crossing below.Please
oceancloud,let there be no storm on the crossing below.Please
oceancloud,let there be no storm on the crossing below.Please
oceancloud,let there be no storm on the crossing below.