الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
It doesn't matter where you roam
When no one's left to call you home
I might have strayed a bit too far
I'm countin' all the moonlit stars
I'm a little lost at sea
I'm a little birdie in a big old tree
Ain't nobody looking for me
Here out on the highway
But I will be found
I will be found
When my time comes down
I will be found
Some days, I think it's all okay
Some nights, I throw it all away
I saw her face and I could tell
My ghost had left the town as well and
