Kings Of Convenience - Summer On The Westhill - Текст песни

From my seat I see the fields move by,
coulours strong- it's been a long, long time. 
It's the first time I see summer on the Westhill. 
I lean back and let my eyes just go 
floating now where they want to float. 
They seem to take to the horizon. 
Now I know there is a world beyond 
the small place I was coming from. 
I feel at home here in the middle of nowhere. 
I will never know the names 
of these places that I travel through 
to reach the coastline- 
I've been told I will be there in time. 

Please oceancloud, 
let there be no storm on the crossing below