Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
Peter Von Poehl
I fell just before
I don't know why
Just couldn't walk anymore
Something in my way
Now my steps are smaller
A little smaller than before
So I will go to where the tea trees turn to wine
I'll be just fine
It takes a believer sometimes
So I will go
To where the tea trees are
Climbing over question marks
Need to straighten some out
Take them off my shoulder
Put some space between
So I will go to where the tea trees turn to wine
I'll be just fine
It takes a believer sometimes