heard my calling knowing well my time had come
the choices we make are still full of mistakes
now nothing can be done
for which sins committed I deserve this rotten luck
with my heart on my sleeve I was summoned to leave
with no hope of coming back
how long til Georgia
its been a long and weary ride
how long til I may
lay to rest my troubled mind
maybe shortly nasty winds will settle down
the sky in my view is the wrong shade of blue
and I cannot live it down
one more foreign sunrise Ill be right back home to you
Ive survived the terrain scorching sun and the rains
in this place they brought me to
ever wishful yet I never had a chance
for what needs to be done I am second to none
but its all at my expense
spin the bottle stop it while its pointing west
Ive been everywhere but my minds always there
I dont care for all the rest
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