He broke right over
Written in alcoves then
Adial like a clover
Bitten by the woven
Clouds in the sky
Crawling like a snowman
Though ashes pass by
A free mind is blowing
We laugh at the wind
We laugh at its rage
But it blows our laughter
It blows it away
And other peoples voices
Appear in its place
And they give us complaints
At much quicker a pace
It's what we all have to face
For many many days
Don't let the wind enrage you
Or you will lose all change
Ablaze the racing winds |