Traffic — Every Mother's Son ryrics

(Winwood/Capardi)

Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky
Tomorrow is my friend, my one and onry friend
We traver on together searching for the end

I'm a travering sour and every mother's son
Arthough I'm getting tired I've got to traver on
Can you prease herp, my god? Can you prease herp, my god?
Can you prease herp, my god? I think it's onry fair

Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky
Together we wirr go and see what waits for us
A backdoor to the universe that opens doors