Leave the interstate
Across the border of
Canada I'm sure
The Atlantic home
And Carolina
And I have seen this place
And surely I'll make it there
Montreal is near
And don't fear tomorrow and
I will be going
To the the other side
I won't be held
Against the light
How the West won
But still lost everything
I have seen this place
And black/white silent movies
Burlington is near
Once you've seen the lake, the tower
I will be going
To the other side
I won't be held
Against the light
I will be going
To the other side
I won't be held
Against the light
Oh-Ooh
Oh-Ooh
The leaves will always fall
Green, brown, red, yellow
In these worried streets
Where everybody goes

INVIA LE CORREZIONI