The moon is full the tide is over my ankles I've seen the mouth of the Wind Blow, what a beautiful way I recognize the face but I can't place the name with a natural smile your eyes sparkle the sky
I see the hundredth mile mark we're fifty miles short and there's no going back I chase the wind I met the wind I've seen it come I left god to open my heart with all the changes I'll be good and still say the name at least I pretend that I've been right