Still in the city,
I swore I'd never move to
Way too many years back home,
a whole year in the hole
Adrian,
Michigan, I always seem to end
up in the gray zone
Location, location, location
Always but never on the move
Location, location, location
I gotta do something soon
But as for now, I'll just instead
Live in my head
In a house in
L .A. with a crowded front porch,
dream catchers and wind chimes
Or on the farm with a barn
in the middle of
Norway that I have turned
into my man space
Location, location, location
Always but never on the move
Location, location, location
I gotta do something soon
But as for now, I'll just instead
Keep living in my head
It's either or, nothing between
I will crawl, I will swim upstream
Paint the town red, paint the grass green
Get out of bed and start
to live the dream
Before I'm dead
Leave
Move out
Of the house
In my head
På gitar,
Stig
Ulf!
And last, but not least,
Svein
Eirik
Aamodt on lyre.
I want to thank you all for
choosing to move to
Ørsta, to be here,
For a strange reason.
Just to see me live.
It's almost too much.
I'd like to say thank
you for letting sing this
Afterwards we'll go backstage
and you'll to clap like crazy and shout
Egil
Olsen,
Egil
Olsen, more, more, more.
We want more.
Woohoo, okay!
But for real, thank you much.