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I'm trying out a different tune

I've got to get it down

Making a living selling bread

I'll never get out of this town

I keep denying what I've got to do

The wind is always blowing south

With my hat turned left and my thumb stuck straight

I know soon I'll make it out



Heading the way

The wind's charted course

Making my day

Crossing those hills

I'm crossing those hills



On the corner of a different street

Children they wander with

They're sights set on a

cloud in the sky

I know that life,

I'm living it every day



Seizing the day

The wind's charted course

Making my way

Crossing those hills

I'm crossing those hills



Well I know my life isn't much,

But I'm trying so hard

To make it something to be proud of.

Looking back

I won't look with regret

I'll know the time given was very well spent



Heading the way

The wind's charted course

Making my day

Crossing those hills

I'm crossing those hills