Mostly Autumn Follow

I’m on my way, again,
Leaving the way behind me.

Nothing’s got to come if I fleet out the flee,
Neither my brothers, my sisters are free.

I follow lines in several links,
Down to the place where I call home,
Delete it, can you call my song
And leave it all behind?

And the trees go somewhere,
Locked in the false trap of the company.
Back on the aisle 66,
Down in the snip street of my heart.

Down I fell for four 45,
Please, not a kiss to the king of the land.
The king of the land.

I follow lines in several links,
Down to the place valleys of the king,
Delete it, can you feel my song
And leave the door wide open?
I’m chasing lines of several life holds,
Down to the promised land.
Delete it, can you take my load?
‘cause I know this all.

I follow lines in several links,
Down to the place valleys of the king,
Delete it, can you feel my song
And leave the door wide open?
I’m chasing lines of several life holds,
Down to the promised land.
Delete it, can you take my load?
‘cause I know this all.

I follow lines in constellations,
Way ahead, a new sky
I never even thought I love it,
Coming in my eyes.
I’m follow lines of several life holds,
Down to the place that I call home.
Delete it, can you feel my load
And leave it all behind?