I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul. Where I'll end up, well I think only God really knows. I've sat upon the setting sun.... But never, never, never, never.
If I make a mark in time, I can't say the mark is mine.. I'm only the underline of the Word.. Yes, I'm like him, just like you, I can't tell you what to do..
Trouble. Oh trouble set me free. I have seen your face. And it's too much too much for me. . Trouble. Oh trouble can't you see. You're eating my heart away.
He sleeps alone in the damp. And rests his head upon a door. The only bed he knows is the floor,. . The tramp. Turned up collar and worn out shoes. He doesn't care 'cause he hasn't got nothing to lose.
The view from the top can be oh so very lonely. And you can be missing such a lot that could be yours. . Why can't I stop forgetting myself?. Why am I always trying to be like somebody else.
Slowly let me tell you a story of a tree. An apple tree,. . Once in a summertime garden lived a little apple tree. And the man who owned it wanted it to be picked.