From my seat I see the fields move by, Coulours strong- it's been a long, long time. It's the first time I see summer on the Westhill. I lean back and let my eyes just go Floating now where they want to float. They seem to take to the horizon. Now I know there is a world beyond The small place I was coming from. I feel at home here in the middle of nowhere. I will never know the names Of these places that I travel through To reach the coastline- I've been told I will be there in time.
Please oceancloud, Let there be no storm on the crossing below