Letra de The Whistle

I'm driftin' away My mind won't pay My dimes won't slay a dozen I'll figure it out My words won't shout My time won't waste another I'm giving a day to take my things I'm tired of clipping my own wings Thinking about being myself Leaving myself Leaving my Leaving my Leaving my I'll take it away I know my place It's not too far from eden I'm making my way I had my taste It's got the call I needed I'm giving