Where have I been roaming
Why do these streets keep calling
I follow the circus out of town
Jump the train into fields overgrown
My mind is damp
As the rain keeps falling
Soaking wet I run to the forest
Shelter me the trees so blessed
The distance is nearer
Drawing to a close, disappear
Now I am lost in time
Following a felling line
Where have I been going
Listen to the streets calling
On a winding way
Into the mist of faraway
I am finding love
In the bird call above
In the wind
Mastering the humbling mind
Distance is nearer
But I am ever further
Lost in time again
I am still as I was back then
