Oh the wind is blowing,
yeah it’s blowing through my mind,
and the blossom on the trees,
it makes me feel alive.

The world is full of choices
and possibilities,
but a big blank canvas
can be a very scary thing.

We move on parallel lines,
they come together in the end.
We carry on, oblivious,
to the messages we send.

Oh the wind is blowing,
yeah it’s blowing through my mind.
Don’t know where I’m going,
so I’ll just take my time…