West from Ces mots by Noémi Madeleine

Met your eyes on the road one day you were driving East I was
Driving West
And our cars looked for a place to stay, you were driving fast I was
Doing my best
Shopkeeper's son years before, told me “Never stop for
A lost soul.
His eyes are dreams, his tongue is sore, but his fire’ll burn you into
Coal.”

Oh what a long and winding road we’re on
All singing that same old song.
I’d give anything to stop and rest
Maybe when I make it West

Fast free-loaders, highwaymen abound,
you’re driving to the end, the end of the road
But none compare to what I found
on that day when you lightened my load.
Smells of others dance around as we get high,
but only one, only one you’re bringing.

Oh what a long and winding road we’re on
All singing that same old song.

I’d give anything to stop and rest
Maybe when I make it West
I’d give anything to stop and rest
Maybe when I, Maybe when I
Maybe when I make it West
West
West
West

Met your eyes on the road one day you were driving East I was
Doing my best.

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