Lyrics
Born in 53 Spokane city lights
Thousands of stories in the streets at night
But in 59 we packed up and drove
To a town where 660 souls call home
Rosalia in Whitman's white fields
Small town whispers where the heart learns to heal
Rosalia dreams still follow me
From Spartan pride to the quiet streets
I chased the world from Spokane skies
To Dallas heat where the big city lies
But the simple truth my heart believes
I'm forever carried by Rosalia dreams
Eleven years in that little town
Every face familiar the world slowed down
Should have worn the cap of 71
But my story turned before it was done
Back to Spokane the circle it spun
But Rosalia's spirit never really left my blood
Rosalia dreams still follow me
From Spartan pride to the quiet streets
I chased the world from Spokane skies
To Dallas heat where the big city lies
But the simple truth my heart believes
I'm forever carried by Rosalia dreams
Sometimes I wonder if I'd stay
Would I have lost or would I have gained
The noise of the city, the miles I've roamed
Can't silence the voice that still calls me home
Rosalia dreams still follow me
From Spartan pride to the quiet streets
I chased the world from Spokane skies
To Dallas heat where the big city lies
But the simple truth my heart believes
I'm forever carried by Rosalia dreams
In the hush of the night I close my eyes
Rosalia's field still under my skies
No matter where these roads may lead
I'll always return in my Rosalia dreams
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