Atlantic Road
I’m driving down Atlantic Road,
I’m tired and I’m feeling old
I’ve chosen the bed that I’ve made for myself,
Seems to me perfection has a cost,
City lights don’t move me, I’m too old to care,
I’m wishing away my time, ’til I can be there…………with you
I’m driving down Atlantic Road,
I’m tired and I’m feeling old,
It’s time that I stopped and settled down,
but my life, cannot bend, to the end, that I need………… that I need
I’m an up country man with a down country heart,
It leads a man to drink, knowing we’re too far apart,
Like a tree whose roots aren’t deep enough, I’m bound to topple down,
But the call of Cornwall pulls me back, like a lodestone I am bound………… bound to you
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Heading back home to Cornwall, to see you one more time,
The road is dark and the seas is rough but I hope you’ll still be mine,
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Atlantic Road! Atlantic Road!