Lyme Regis - A Loss For Words, Sam Little

I don’t need the warmer weather

Don’t need beaches of white sand

I don’t need the rows of palm trees, decorating strips of land

I don’t want what’s viewed as heaven

I don’t need the sights and sounds

And it took me years of searching

But I’ve finally figured out

That I’ve wasted so much time, keeping company with strife

Trying to find a place that’s mine.

And my heart runs to that place, every time it rains

I close my eyes and I imagine that I’m there

I’ve never felt more at peace

Than when I walk these ancient streets

And I know I need to be breathing in that English air

We can make our way down these cobblestone streets

Our hearts keeping time with the sound of our feet

We can drive through the country of hills so green

And get lost in its history

Cause we get so little time, to reach contentment in our lives

I know where I found mine.

And my heart runs to that place, every time it rains

I close my eyes and I imagine that I’m there

I’ve never felt more at peace

Than when I walk these ancient streets

And I know I need to be breathing in that English air

So pack my bags, I’m coming home

Cause this place calls out my name

Traveled all over the world

And nowhere else feels quite the same

Give me English air to fill my lungs

So I can breathe again

Cause I’ve always been a wandering soul

But Heaven knows I think it’s time that I came home

And my heart runs to that place, every time it rains

I close my eyes and I imagine that I’m there

I’ve never felt more at peace

Than when I walk these ancient streets

And I know I need to be breathing in that English air

Breathing in that English air