and i'm still a-holdin'
on the old wings of the mill
like the son
that is still a-tryin'
and wait to call her in
i will find another track
a simple way to get in
my mind keeps gettin' upside down
but i got a friend in real
on the field
and behind the tree
there lies my empty hand
you won't say that i know nothing
but if you could you wouldn't lie
i cleaned up the more i found
but i need to rest for a while
my mind keeps runnin' away to
the place where i feel weak
i said that the old wings were not mine
but now i qui and try to face it
