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[Verse 1]
I’m going to Ireland
And you can reach me there
Walking in a field somewhere
Wading through my disrepair

In the rental I’ll be driving
The locks dance up and down
In some West Cork county town
I’ll be calling ’til you come around

[Chorus]
Old friends and worlds designed
We’re on the long wind
The sky’s wide open
And we’re behind

[Verse 2]
Sitting in the backyard laughing
On your summer trips back here
Taking pictures of you year to year
Everybody smiling ear to ear

It therе’s rhyme or reason
It’s lost with sleight of hand
Coming up on 43
Trying to hold a grain of sand

[Chorus]
Old friеnds and worlds designed
We’re on the long wind
The sky’s wide open
And we’re behind