The wind is blowing, through the pines
Always stealing from me,
(Donna Hughes)
Miles of highway, between me and my home
I think
When I was young
My grandma lived two hours away
When I
I don’t know where or when it was over
I’ll try
That sad old train
Sleeping on an old rusty track
She was
(Donna Hughes)
She kept the beds made and stayed there all
On a trading path, through the Carolinas
Used by Indians who
Should I leave or should I stay
Should I try to
(Donna Hughes)
It's a cold world, sometimes I feel all alone
It's
Out there in a sea of lights and strangers rushing
