Blowing Me One Way

Way down south,
Where even peaches don't grow,
There's no thing as an Eskimo
They only exist...
In coloring books.

Take a stand
Why don't you take my hand
And walk on down to No Man's Land
It only exists..
In magazines.

Yeah, maybe Papa don't preach,
But the good Lord sings
I'm gonna pack my bags but not take my things
'Cause I don't need...
Anything.

My life in Suede
It doesn't feel the same
As it did when I was, maybe, 17
'Cause I don't need...
A damn thing.

Take your time
Enjoy the ride.
Look around,
And make your own strides.

Voices calling
Heritage longing
Footprints falling
Soft wind blowing.