Lighthouse – Câmera – letras

You left your heart in jackson, a woman and sonAnd headed to tennessee through 61With a pack of cigarrets and jamaican rumThe only thing you said was « see you soon »Driving through the plains you finally feel releasedBack from where you cameYou left your crazy patterns drawn on my sheetsBefore you jump with tom from the oxford bridgeA legend says you were whistling north country bluesThe only thing that was found was your spanish bootsSailing in the sea, you finally feel releasedYou may return someday as a summer breeze