Late blooming
Early rising
I'm not brooding
Being taken by the wind
You'd love Portland
You'd fit right in, in Oregon
I've never seen the West Coast
Or touched the Pacific Ocean
I got this broken GPS and an old backpack
How much further can I trek 'til I don't know my way back?
I'd rather get somewhere fast than nowhere slow
How much further can I go 'til I don't know my way home?
And I'm going on my own
Dandelions line the Hudson
And they don't need our help with growing
Left to come to the city when the wind was blowing
And there's pain in not knowing
There's beauty in where we're going
And as the 1 makes its way to Van Cortlandt
I'm dreaming of Portland
I got this broken GPS and an old backpack
How much further can I trek 'til I don't know my way back?
I'd rather get somewhere fast than nowhere slow
How much further can I go 'til I don't know my way home?
And I'm going on my own
