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662 · Mar 2012
Way Out West
Mark McDonald Mar 2012
Going through the country,
to end up by the sea
Winding down the back roads,
over bridges under trees
I have got to find the shoreline,
I need to shift some sand
There's too much time being built up,
and its slipping trough our hands

Less is more, More or less

Looking at the islands,
and dreaming of beyond
Underneath the oceans,
so much we don't yet know
But I'm happy with the present,
the sun the moon the stars
Everything around us,
feel it in your heart

Less is more, more or less
I'm going way out west
434 · Sep 2013
Drive into the Sun
Mark McDonald Sep 2013
I broke away from the town
The empty streets there were bringing me down
I'm stepping back, to reassess
Follow the sunshine as it sinks into the west

I waited for this day to come
I looked around I knew that this was the one
It feels so right, It can't be wrong
Don't sleep too late or the magic will be gone

Drive into the sun and let tomorrow come
Drive into the sun until the day is one

I turned around I'm looking back
I see the distance I have come from the pack
I ask myself, what will I miss
If I stay away I will always reminisce
258 · Mar 2017
Something To Buzz
Mark McDonald Mar 2017
Looking for something to buzz,
the last thing is never enough
Looking for something to say,
to sing it in a different melody

Look at all the people hanging 'round the town
Looking for something or somewhere just to be around

Inventing something new,
it's hard when it's all pre-packed ready made for you
You're waiting for the man,
your life is in his shaky hand

Look at all the people hanging 'round the town
Looking for something or somewhere just to be around

Something, anything to help you through the day
Something, anything today
Something, anything to help you through,
but I'm okay
206 · Aug 2017
So Incredibly Lazy
Mark McDonald Aug 2017
I'm feeling so incredibly lazy
please don't ask me to move
I've found the place that I want to be

Talk to me but please don't make me listen
I just want to enjoy your comfortable drone
In the afternoon, as the summer's buzzin'

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