And the most terrible thing about it, I won't come home tonight.
And whenever she thinks about it, I'm gone and lost to the night.
And when ever I think about her, I regret coming this far.
But I can't admit I'm wrong, when I would never feel that way
Because it had been much too long, since I said I'd feel the wind one day.
And when I stayed too close to home, the birds would leave me alone.
And when I stayed on my own side, those dogs would never come and see why.
Because even when they say I'm right, I still feel dirty to the light.
So now I'll wash my limbs, my bones, and face, and finally find a
way to escape this place.
To be on my own, where the wind always blows...
