Teenage Fanclub - Flowing lyrics

going to chase the sun from east to west

if love's a wave i'm riding on the crest

everything i want's within my grasp

it's time to nail my colours to the mast

new rivers flowing

reaching for the sea

the scattered seeds we're sowing

the fruit is on the tree

waiting for the winter to abate

a chance to start again and wipe the slate

the bitter taste that doesn't go away

the shimmer of the headlights in the grey