Everybody's talking at me
I don't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind
Only the echoes of my mind
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Banking off of the North East winds
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone
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