George Washington - WHY?

I wrote a song called «The Longing Is All»

Instead of calling you I’d hoped it would solve me

For now I go to where the reeds grow tall

Fall flat and small then they’ll never find me

And when it swells on me

I’ll crash into it and push a little closer

Yea when it swells on me

On raft

Racing dusk

Chasing light

At the edge of night

Paddling for land, hand on heart and heart in hand

Start again, George Washington

And when it swells on me

I’ll crash into it and push a little closer

Yea when it swells on me

We’re already there

We’re already there

We’re already there

We’re already there

We’re already there

A new love blooms on the long notes of old horns