East کے بول

Tried to tell her who i really am But i'm not so sure that i really can Well, you've got to know, i don't understand Well, you've got to know who i really am Give me one more chance As a child, i once had a dream My mother spoke something down to me She said, "son, you must walk upon your knees Down the road, headed for the east" Give me one more chance Give me one more chance If i had a way to go, i'd gather up my throwing stone Tried to tell her who i really am But i'm not so sure that i really can Well, you've got to know i don't understand 'cause i'm not so sure who i really am If i had a way to go, i'd gather up my throwing stone If i had a way to go, i'd gather up my throwing stone