Pacific, NW

Walls open up around me Back to the safety of the greenery The rain comes pouring down Flowing through my hair and to the ground I've been dry, down and dry I've been missing that old world Into a river, eyes shift to the sky A hill of green and gold Northwest The Island Calls Goodbye Dry Hello Grey Skies Life is a crazy thing And i'd like to have the key Stop twisting my bones Stop it, stop it, i just need to follow The path The path The path The path Pacific Los Angeles Northwest The Moon