The Singer: II & III. Home and Within' the Wind Lyrics

I've seen it all

Reckon I split

They were throwing rocks at my crown

Humble beginnings

Chew me up and spit me out

I could have told you that

Bitter from the cherry smoke

What song should I sing

I'll be home

Heathlands of Heather and Gorse

I was once the mayor of this town

But I've been away

I'll be home

I won't lie we can be

Tossed up like the ball

Go to seed

Like shivering Swiss chard

Left out in the fall

Someone stole my bike

I guess I'm walking

Down the hill to school

There's rosebuds in the trash can

I'm so glad I picked The Fool

Found out

The one who drops the hat

Is running late to his own funeral

And I blew a kiss in the wind

For you