Lyrics

I wish I weren't in New York City,
Fly me back home to Canada, in the country.
And I would trade all of your money to be free from you,
You're a soul breaker and a friend faker.

And when I get to California,
My life's work grows away from my sound, and away from my heart.
And I would trade all my good fortune to live off the land,
As a fruit reaper and a gate keeper.

To let in the Wind,
And send in the Light.
And listen to Nature
Nursing the Night.
Chanting the Law,
Freeing the Dove.
Finding the rhythm of peace in a world needing love.

When I get back from Arizona,
I'll be ready to open my heart to you, if you want me to.
And I would trade all of my talents to get through to you,
You're a last chancer and a street dancer.

To let in the Wind,
And send in the Light.
And listen to Nature
Nursing the Night.
Chanting the Law,
Freeing the Dove.
Finding the rhythm of peace in a world needing love.