Try to pass myself

My accent won't help

I can't fool no one

I'm no 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 course

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'm taking

All that matters 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