Finding my way home again.
Almost lost my soul, my friend.
I've resolved to just hang on,
stay alive to the bitter end.
Wind blows,
it blows free.
I wish that wind was me.
I would go so far away.
I would go to a better place.
In this lifeless world
is there such a thing
as love? Has it
been gone from here
since the Beatles broken up?
They used to say that love
was all you need.
Seems that not the case today.
Now the world is ruled by greed,
each one of us a faceless face
in a room full of numbers.
When I take the time
to think about the
horror of it all
it's enough to make
me want to give it in.
Give me a refund.
I don't need this worthless shit.
I don't want no money,
just the piece of my
soul I gave to you.
There are many more
like me. I feel it
in the air, another breeze.
I feel your presence
and it makes me stronger.
Maybe I can hold out
just a little bit longer.
The breeze caresses me,
makes me stronger.
I know you're out there.
I know all too familiar
the sound of an aching heart!
Just like me,
you are not alone.
Just like me,
you can find your
way back home.