I’ve been out there in the burning wind the ground roaring under and I’ve seen it and felt it’s power it’s rage til it’s end and I don’t like new to begin when I can’t see can’t see back over where I’ve over where I’ve been who does? who can? who than?
But I’ll turn either way so it goes now to the wind burning as it does so it goes Once again.
Don’t you know, now, by now you’re my friend, and always you always you have been and I’ll be there without, without all this, we’ll see, seen, seeing, pretend and I’ll know you from back when? but we won’t feel like that, no not like that, no not like that then again.
So I’ll turn now to the wind burning with and within, against until faced with as it will we’ve seen Once again.
I won’t stop turning and the wind it wont stop we learned burning and I won’t stop trying no, I can’t stop it’s trying So I’ll keep turning And I’ll keep trying and I’ll
Turn now again till the and its end to the still burning and trying wind once again friend.