Lyrics

There's a country to the West
With its music I adore
Every time I travel there
It's like an open door
Peter Sky and Kevin
Hedi Lynn and Scott
You are all the best friends
Best friends that I've got
There are many friendly faces
Like Sean and Mr Chad
Other friends have left us
In various tragic ways
Lisa flew to Heaven
But her songs they still remain
She became an angel
And it gave us pain
I miss you
Friends over there
Thinking about you
Wish you were here
I miss you
Friends over there
Thinking about you
Wish you were here
I´ve walked the Nashville streets
I´ve felt the soul of Elvis P
From the mountain in Acadia
Amazing views I got to see
Hanging out in Bar Harbor
Go to Paddys restaurant
Played harp at Timeout pub
That feeling will me haunt
Without my lovely peoples
Cindy and Vans
Had our trips become so few
We are now your biggest fans
You opened up your door
And let us have a bed
You took us to New York
That memory stuck in my head
I miss you
Friends over there
Thinking about you
Wish you were here
I miss you
Friends over there
Thinking about you
Wish you were here
Ate Lobster rolls in Portland
At the Lobster Company
Raised goblets full of Shipyard
The morning came so suddenly
Feast on pop tarts
Ate blueberry pie
Felt freedom in New Hampshire
Live free or die
I miss you
Friends over there
Thinking about you
Wish you were here
I miss you
Friends over there
Thinking about you
Wish you were here
Written by: Pecka Norstedt
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