Gonna Away

A little girl walking along on the crowded street always stare down, she's got her own thought nevermind about the honk of the buses blowing, torn the air for the taxi driver waving his hand looking for passangers she just listened to her mind, when is it gonna be over? Facing the days full of grieving and when she got home, feel the journey has stopped she cannot find the real voice in the place where people call it home I'm gonna away, run to the green of the mountain I'm gonna away, come to...