Same Sun - Real Estate

Tried to pass myself

My accent won’t help

I can’t fool no one

I’m not native son

Just on holiday, anyway

There will always be a trace of this place in me

When does one thing ever end and the next begin?

Every day back then felt like a hyphen

I cannot recall where I was at all

But I know what I heard when I wrote those words

Green River still runs under that same sun

I never saw the source but I know the chorus

When does one thing ever end and the next begin?

Every day back then felt like a hyphen

I do not wish to retrace the steps I’ve taken

All that madness now is where I’m going

There will always be a trace of this place in me

Green River still runs under that same sun