Where the Wind Goes
Head out past the canyons, stay off of the highways,
you may never find your way back home.
The only way to get there is the path made by a stranger,
you forget about your neighbors on the road.

The animals will see you from their home in the forest, it ain't far to the treasures that they know. The little bird will sing the song that's been forgotten by the people and their rotten pleasure dome.
And the wind will take them with it where it goes.

Everyone's a witness, no one turns back the clock, even the blood of the doctor ain't made of stone. We dive in to the waters like our mothers and our father hoping for a freedom we may never know. The air of the cities carries water by the river's and the kids are always full of love and hope. Summer light turns over like the dandelions and clover turn into the ground beneath the snow, and the wind will take them with it where it goes.
The wind will take them with it where it goes.

Don't forget to leave the light on, you may lose your way, and the night gets awfully quiet when you roam. In the morning you'll awake make sure to take a quiet moment, atonement can't forgive us on it's own. The chains will always rattle if you don't fully cut them but they will never fall off on their own. The kings are in the distance, longing for the mistress, looking down at our existence from their throan. And the wind will take them with it where it goes.
The wind will take them with it where it goes.
The wind will take them with it where it goes.