Paul Simon Songtext
von Wild Rivers

I′ll apologize, but I'll try to make it unclear
And I love this city, but I′m really not from here
Now I gotta leave this town as a washed up stuntman
In a beat up coupe I imagine is a Mustang

There's a voice in my head singing, "I'll turn it around"
But I′m on a highway, honey, tearing up the East bound
There′s a man out there smiling like a dying king
Laughing at my soul, searching for anything

And I got mine
I am a rock, I am an owl
And I got mine
I'm shaking ground, I′m faking found in my little tune


These days I'm searching for the great unknown
Wondering if Paul Simon ever had a pillow
Found me a place I can make a couple tables turn
Just one more wick, with a couple more bridges to burn

And I am a child, yet I′ve gotta let my spirit go
A few more years before I hitch a ride home
And I got bones to break and miles to go alone
One day, I'm still riding like I may have gone

And I got mine
I am a rock, I am an owl
And I got mine
I′m shaking ground, I'm faking found in my little tune

I'm still tall and made of stone
But I still can′t rest on my own
I′m still tall and made of stone
But I still can't rest on my own
I′m on my own