Thursday 18 December 2014

Kirsty MacColl, 18 December 2000

Now you see me, now you don’t
You say you will but I know you won’t
You nearly had me in your hands but now I’m gone
But not complaining ’bout my life again
No sirree, and what I’ve got belongs to me entirely
I look left and I look right and I cross this road alone
‘Cos I’m feeling my way
I may go up, I may go down but wherever I may roam
I keep feeling my way home.

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