It’s cold out this way,
Tends to be night not day,
Nothing seems the same,
As just the other day.

Oh no
Things are changing again

I can be alone,
Half and half is fine,
I find my seeds aren’t sewn,
And when the time is right...

I’ll go.
And when I get there I guess I’ll know,
It’s not particularly for-told,
Of kids chasing wind and finding stone,
But who knows.

The wind can be harsh,
I don’t have a coat,
No worries boy,
Above the clouds we’ll float.