Lletres: Johnny Broadway. Discoverers. Ten Minutes To Close.

I guess there's nothing left
to do now, but leave.
But before I go, I'd like to have
one last word with you.
Tt's ten minutes to close
(you're too close),
but I'm not waiting by the door
to meet you tonight.
There's an eastward breeze
I should have caught
a long time ago.
It speaks of things that I still
consider home.
It seems it's also been there,
and been here, before.
I guess there's nothing left
to do now

(Thanks to Adam Sackey for these lyrics)