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hey, it's home

When the wind's from the east and the sun's from the west
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down stop on by
Hop a carpet and fly
hey, it's home

When the wind's from the east and the sun's from the west
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down stop on by
Hop a carpet and fly
of the East, the sun flew West
Trailing its golden spray
My heart burns, when fortune turns
The trail to light my way

Days go by, I watch the sky
My eyes
But the sun will rake it's path across me to the west
And each day it sets above you, I am older, I am yet
East of Indiana, East of Indiana
East
of the East, the sun flew West
Trailing its golden spray
My heart burns, when fortune turns
The trail to light my way

Days go by, I watch the sky
My eyes
hey, it's home

When the wind's from the east and the sun's from the west
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down stop on by
Hop a carpet and fly
The god at the top of the staircase
The usurper that weighs our hearts
In your court I deliver my soul
To be coming forth by day

North, south, east
Well, I followed my feet across this land
A tune in my heart and a bottle in my hand
From the cold, cold east
To the woods out west
Ain't no home
treated elegantly
But I´m not one for bathing in the waters of plenty

East is East, West is West
And Bowery is screaming while Delancey rests
Well,
at the wine
Or by watching at prayers
Or the sun and the moon
By a heat or a cold
By sleepless nights
Or sleeping days
By water frozen
To the hardness
all the time
Fall back you passed your prime
Even the sun gotta go down so we could see the moon shine

[Chorus]

[Outro: Papoose]
Yeah! The East
all the time
Fall back you passed your prime
Even the sun gotta go down so we could see the moon shine

[Chorus]

[Outro: Papoose]
Yeah! The East
motha f***a 

East side,West Side,North Side,South Side, Mississippi in dis thang right 
ATL man, St. Louis man, magnolia, bounce bak, get that what
Where o' where is that troublesome girl
The sun is busted up wide
Supposed to roll on at the breakin' of dawn
Can't leave without her by my side

by
gonna stand
Except the things that I tell to you
That I gonna need , when the world is new
I've been east and I've been west 
I decided to put this
A drop if mah seed to the east, to the west, to the north and the south and then I bring 'em up slow and they start shouting out loud and I make love till
night: Seishi towards the East
On the fourth: Amida in the North

On the night of the Seventh right
I want the sun, I want the moon
I want the day
You'll earn your rep to make an average motherfucker turn to nervous wreck

Let the sun set in the west and rise in the east
Life at work gettin high
, the moon west
You got a clue, what does a clue get?
Nothing

My milk & honey, my Cherie-Cherie Amour
My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway
Her ruby
the biggest vessel built by man, a giant of the skies
For all you unbelievers, the Titanic fits inside
Drum rolled tight, a canvas skin, silvered in the sun
looking out of a window to the west. 
Francis Fukuyama took me by the arm, 
Won me over with his famous intellectual charm, 
Swore this beauty wouldn’t
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
Awwww man
It's late as fuck
The sun is coming out
It's a long-ass night, but I feel good

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I really give a fuck