Scott Matthews
Scott Matthews
Scott Matthews
Scott Matthews
Scott Matthews
Scott Matthews
Scott Matthews
Scott Matthews
Scott Matthews
Scott Matthews
Scott Matthews
Scott Matthews
Now it's time I packed up, gotta leave
The day's nearly here and I've yet to sleep
I'm combing the dirt with my hands again
Desperate to find my elsewhere
The pain's just arrived, suitcase in the hall
Made up her bed, ready to give it all
Stirring a spell in my head
I'm not ready if that train's comin'
Let me belong, here in the wind
With the sun that greets my skin
I wait in line
Elsewhere on my mind again
And elsewhere's so hard to find
But I try
I feel like the unclaimed prize at fortune’s fete
The fairground’s moved on, so maybe I’m too late
Pacing around, in my head, again
Into the depths of elsewhere
I'm not ready if that train's comin'
Let me belong, here in the wind
With the sun that greets my skin
I wait in line
Elsewhere on my mind again
And elsewhere's so hard to find
But I try
There’s no peace of mind
'cause elsewhere’s hard to find
There’s no peace of mind
'cause elsewhere’s hard to find
God knows I’ve tried