Wild Wood

High tide, mid afternoon People fly by in the traffics boom Knowing, just where you're blowing Getting to where you should be going Don't let them get you down Making you feel guilty about Golden rain, will bring you riches All the good things, you d

I don't care how long this lasts We have no future, we have no past I write this now while I'm in control I'll choose the words and how the melody goes, Along winding streets we walked hand in hand And how I long for that sharp wind To take my breath