People think that I am dead I almost was ripped to shreds It's a beautiful day in the city So child don't you worry The wind needs time and space To create waves Believe in the rainbow The sun and the wind Winter makes me ice cold Spring makes me blossom Fall makes me wonder why Winter will come all over me again Almost one fjord mile away West or east please be the same Don't blame the location But locate your heart Take it with you and feel it compass Deep down I am shy when I'm walking Down the street of my own town I never used my knife or gun But got a hell of a reputation Seven years looking across the bay I'm kind of Gatsby on West Egg I miss times that haven't been Yet here it is Between my own self and I Won't let you down or ask you why This area used to be my home It's me, but Universe you're gone You're gone, you're gone