When you come on wasted wheels, you don't know which way is home. When you've lost your place to be you can feel it in your BONES. When I feel the breeze through me I don't know if I'm a GHOST. So I try to sing something like I'm feeling in my BONES. Is it just me or is it everybody else? It must be everyone to some degree. Yes, I see myself in everybody else. and maybe they can see themselves in me.