Ari HestA Different Song

Woke up in your bed Thinking 'bout where you have gone New friends to call yours New air passing through your lungs New place to call home This winter my bird has flown It's hard to get used to New York City When you ain't been around for so long I can still hear you sing with the same resolve But it sounds like a different song I slept in my clothes Didn't know what else to do My sweater is warm These old boots they stick like glue And I know that you're right This ocean, it won't stay this blue Chorus I am a hand on a clock That forgot which way to turn One day by surprise It seems my case was adjourned Could you be my guide To a place where I can learn? © 2019