Nelly Furtado

Nelly Furtado
Trynna Finda Way
Whoa, Nelly!
I left my heart in San Francisco with some club kids on a crowded street
somewhere
The sky was red and he said,
would you like to come be a part of my North American Dream?
I could try to chase life down, down the street and I'd find the separation
of fact and fiction
Chorus:
I'm tryin' a find a way
I'm tryin' a find a right
And if I budge I just might
I'm tryin' a find a way
I'm tryin' a find a right
And if I budge I just might
I left my conscience somewhere with my rythym
I heard about it from the mouth of a man
He was hopping some trains and combing the land
Looking for a lover (kiss) planted in the east
Trying to run from the dreaded fist beast
And it lies, it lies in the picket fence call
It was my own paradise with my own private corridor
Chorus