Miami Current
by:
Paulson
Home again and you're remembering when you were young
Thoughts that come to you surrounded by flesh and blood
You were blown away cause they made the trade, made it anyway
You're in a rush to grow, when you got engaged it was a Saturday
Take your time, let it float away
Let the current bring you back to me
Recordings of your voice and notes are buried underground
Something in the way she spoke that made you turn around
Now you're open wide, she's got you off the roads,
she's gonna get you home
You gotta let it go, she's got you under the gun,
back to square one