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Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
A hot and windy august afternoon
has the trees in constant motion
with a flash of silver leaves
as theyand're rocking in the breeze
The boy lies in the grass with one blade
stuck between his teeth
a vague sensation quickens
in his young and restless heart
and a bright and nameless vision
has him longing to depart
You move me ---
you move me ---
with your buildings and your eyes
autumn woods and winter skies
you move me ---
you move me ---
open sea and city lights
busy streets and dizzy heights
you call me ---
you call me ---
The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs
dances on the edge of his dream
and her voice rings in his ears
like the music of the spheres
The boy lies in the grass, unmoving
staring at the sky
his mother starts to call him
as a hawk goes soaring by
the boy pulls down his baseball cap
and covers up his eyes
Too many hands on my time
too many feelings ---
too many things on my mind
when i leave i donand't know
what iand'm hoping to find
when i leave i donand't know
what iand'm leaving behind...
Rush
The Analog Kid
The Analog Kid
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
A hot and windy august afternoon
has the trees in constant motion
with a flash of silver leaves
as theyand're rocking in the breeze
The boy lies in the grass with one blade
stuck between his teeth
a vague sensation quickens
in his young and restless heart
and a bright and nameless vision
has him longing to depart
You move me ---
you move me ---
with your buildings and your eyes
autumn woods and winter skies
you move me ---
you move me ---
open sea and city lights
busy streets and dizzy heights
you call me ---
you call me ---
The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs
dances on the edge of his dream
and her voice rings in his ears
like the music of the spheres
The boy lies in the grass, unmoving
staring at the sky
his mother starts to call him
as a hawk goes soaring by
the boy pulls down his baseball cap
and covers up his eyes
Too many hands on my time
too many feelings ---
too many things on my mind
when i leave i donand't know
what iand'm hoping to find
when i leave i donand't know
what iand'm leaving behind...
