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in the Western sky 
Unyielding in it's power
Unwilling to subside 

And I'm waiting on the sun 
Waiting for a good time
Looking to the sky 
Searching

a story,
Of love and hopes,
In the vast expanse of the ocean,
I find beauty.

Chorus:
Behind the waves, there's a new world,
A place where hearts rest

Oh Lord I wanna go back home
Out there beneath the stars and night
I never wanna see this place again
I wanna walk out in the western light 

This

of song
It's white noise

But If you listen closely I swear, to God I swear
You can hear the ocean if you hold it up to your ear, here:

White noise

cfter all this time 
I can still feel the west wind blowing
cnd in my dreams
I still hear the oceans flowing

cfter all this time
I can still see

We ain't got long 'cause I'll be gone in a minute, in a minute, in a minute

Down in the western part he keeps
All the keys locked up inside, be

arms around and sooth me

We're chasing western winds as the sun grows dim
cnd I know you're living for me
When the day is new, I'll dream of you
But you

and different oceans 

She tells me for how far we've come life still seems so damn hard
Feeln' broke down on the golden road to unlimited devotion 
Watching

A cowboy out on the plains in South Colorado
A Denver girl headin' down south to teach the kids
The flicker of an eye in a western gas station
Led

you in an iron grave
I came up in an ocean with iron waves
Back-pedalling
All you haters let go of my metal wing
Clap with this metal thing
IGC,

Well I set out on this long journey
It feels like oh, so long ago
Someone had passed through my old country
From Western lands just like my home
He'd

Standing by the ocean
Watching you leave
You're the most beautiful soul 
I could not believe
As I stand here I watch you go
What's happened to out

want to lie, but shorty is an
Oh no, no, no
You don't want to know
Take your stuff and go drown in the snow
Hit the road
Whoa
Hitting western flows while

are all going under, that is what I find
We are drowning the oceans with the waste that we produce as man. I can't stand
The fact that we still sit

of Mendocino
Closing my eyes I hear the sea
Must I wait, must I follow?
Won't you say "Come with me?"

And it's on to Southbend, Indiana
Flat out on the western

of production
This play takes place in a beach house
And my director gets a grand idea:

"Lets take rehearsal to the beach
In western NY
With nothing but Erie

aristocrat by birth

Selling shades on the beach by daily routine
Matches the irony of your Western magazine
Papayabananacakecoconutjuice!
Baby with the basket

High Noon

Haircut 100

Paint and Paint

A leather life from the prairie to the blue, blue ocean
A one horse town of promised gold and western fortune
Oh, token slug of bourbon

Time after

nothing left to save (I'm better off dead)
I'm better off dead

I can't do it alone just bury my bones off the coast on a western shore
Caught in the foam I

western hero
With a talking dog and horse

Had a tree hut in Fiji			
Right along the ocean
Could float in outer space
If I had the notion

There was no

casamigos

Go back to the 9
Then take a trip to San Francisco

Let the roof back
500 Benz to the casino 

Gonna make a heist
Ocean’s fourteen gone wanna take

Gather everything I owe you
Breathing in the Western wind (Warm just like when you're inside me)
I bike right past your boyfriend's you need (cast

Western woman with the sun kissed skin
Flowers in your hair above your ear tucked in
On an island where it all began 
While the world's been waiting

There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there's a girl