John Duncan MacNeil - Portland St

Old soles beneath my feet
Take me home up Portland st
I'm Tired of moving
I can't Sleep
My pockets empty and
My dreams are full
Got somewhere to be but
Nowhere to go
My head points west
And my heart points east
I'm doing fine to say the least
Stumble on my words
Paint a picture so absurd
Step back and see your masterpiece
Let it sooth your soul
Let it bring you peace
Stumble on my words
Paint a picture so absurd
Step back and see your masterpiece
Let it sooth your soul
Let it bring you peace

Written by:
John MacNeil

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