Title: Just A Passanger
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This is the point of it allAnd this is my thunderstormThis would remind anyone of homeI was just a passengerAnd we talked about restoring a sense of wonderAnd we tried to forget about AmericaIt's gonePast tenseAnd i don't want any troubleAnd now i'm really movingIf only I could play guitarI fall overboardI fly downI glide downAnd then I'm underI breathe underwaterAnd I have done for yearsAnd I'm in no hurryI can hear the people trying to find meIn the haze over the cityReminds me of the haze in my headAnd now i'm really movingI wish my brother George was hereSomeone close to meSomeone to sit me down andExplain awayAnd now I'm really movingIf only I could play guitar