The gusts that form in the alleys blow receipts and paper wildly into the streets.
Exiting from the buildings that surround me. Attorneys at law and the practices they keep.
They're sometimes filled with memories from the night before or a different occasion past.
Some linger and some stay as a set piece.
Stuck in position, material from the mast
Sailing on
Continue to the crest
Lines that shine the best
Capture what you saw
It's amazing what you'll find in the wind or what's left behind from the tide.
You just might find your gold.
Though a fortunate fate isn't mine to behold.
In the wind my possessions transfer.
As a dollar glides and slides to the gutters heap.
Is it just to much to ask for?
The right kind of Portsmouth tumbleweed finding me.
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The gusts that form in the alleys blow receipts and paper wildly into the streets.
Exiting from the buildings that surround me. Attorneys at law and the practices they keep.
They're sometimes filled with memories from the night before or a different occasion past.
Some linger and some stay as a set piece.
Stuck in position, material from the mast
Sailing on
Continue to the crest
Lines that shine the best
Capture what you saw
It's amazing what you'll find in the wind or what's left behind from the tide.
You just might find your gold.
Though a fortunate fate isn't mine to behold.
In the wind my possessions transfer.
As a dollar glides and slides to the gutters heap.
Is it just to much to ask for?
The right kind of Portsmouth tumbleweed finding me.
Exiting from the buildings that surround me. Attorneys at law and the practices they keep.
They're sometimes filled with memories from the night before or a different occasion past.
Some linger and some stay as a set piece.
Stuck in position, material from the mast
Sailing on
Continue to the crest
Lines that shine the best
Capture what you saw
It's amazing what you'll find in the wind or what's left behind from the tide.
You just might find your gold.
Though a fortunate fate isn't mine to behold.
In the wind my possessions transfer.
As a dollar glides and slides to the gutters heap.
Is it just to much to ask for?
The right kind of Portsmouth tumbleweed finding me.
Writer: Stephen Ormond Jr.
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