Doyle Bramhall

Chasing The Sun

Doyle Bramhall


Like a leaf that's free, I will blow away
Night will bring darkness, and I will lose my way
I'm in the middle of springtime

I'm chasing my sun, I'm drowing in the tears
I'm chasing the sun, and I'm watching the years go by

I watch the river flowing. And it always changes
Waterfalls ahead, and I will float away
I'm in the middle of springtime

I'm chasing my sun, I'm drowing in the tears
I'm chasing the sun, and I'm watching the years go by

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