Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jesse Harris
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesse Harris
Composer
Letras
Blowin' through Indian summer
Night sky, I'd fly straight to nowhere
But I'm grounded down here in the city
With these faces, stern and pretty
And in the station where no one says a word
I wish, I was a bird
If I listen to somebody speakin'
I can only hear waves breakin'
Out at the ocean, the wind whips every word
I wish, I was a bird
Written by: Jesse Harris

