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.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): EIRIK GLAMBEK BOE, ERLEND OTRE OEYE