© Graham Spence
Where Do We Go
Came here just by chance
By the fate of winds and waves
Through light dark and shades I know
This is where the world goes by
Clean air and open eyes
On this western coast
This could be home
Looking out to sea
Above this golden shore
From a journey’s end
There is music in the air
Overflowing from head to toe
Maybe that silver cloud I know
A roaring storm one day
The English sky may well cry
But its tears seem far away
This could be home
Looking out to sea
Above this golden shore
From a journey’s end
Dark clouds disappear
These feelings money can’t buy
Inspirations high so high
Forward from far behind
Back from the future and the rest of time
Every day is fine
This could be home…