I'm laying in my bed. Window wide open so i can hear the wind blow, through the leafs. I can hear the trains pass. I can hear cars, people, the birds... I'm laying here, thinking about life, listening to all those sounds, dreaming about what comes next. I hear these sound thinking I can hear the world, but it's only my neighbors, this town... For once my thoughts drifted, what if those people we're sad, what if they are afraid... These people sitting in their cars, the train... Do they think the same? Do they think about this girl sitting in her room, who has a good life, no big problems, but who still is sad? This girl who actually doesn't want to be that girl... I could be one of the birds, she thinks... Flying over this town, to another, then another and another... I could be the wind... Or one of those people in the cars or in the train... But at that moment I don't want to be me...
