In my town it is cold and alone
As I'm not someone who can ever be owned
Picking you up is not something I'll do
I fly in formation, therefore can never be true
I dance on the wind, solo is how I play
Appearing very quickly, but will even quicker pull away
Please be cautious to-wards beautiful skin
Because beneath lies a spirit free
On the coach is "where it all started"
On that same coach you'll be loosing me
For wind can never confine
To those things that you perceive as fine
Rather give me rhythm and rhyme
And forever my light will shine
