The Charles Hanson Family Band - In The Breeze

Where's my cigarettes
There's a man who sits on a hill
With a little time to kill
Long days feel the breeze
No more anxieties
White clouds paint blue skies
Spring days turn to spring nights
No more worries, no more the man celebrates
No more debts, no bills to swallow
Just time to enjoy being human
And breath
There's a girl in a field
By the road up to that hill
Some time she stands there
All alone
But she's not worried
Too much about what's going on
Standing there on Sunday morning
Gotten her through so many times before
Had a think about what she been missin
And then she been missin' it
Well where could she get some more, some more
And every time the thought crossed her mind
She let it go to the wind
Just a boy, just a man
Just a human being up in the end

Written by:
Charlie Thomas, Chris Powell

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