We are like children who ask
where the wind lived
before all this homesick blowing began.
From the jungle of sleep, I blink into day. / I stretch my foal legs in my paddock of hay.
We are like children who ask
where the wind lived
before all this homesick blowing began.
From the jungle of sleep, I blink into day. / I stretch my foal legs in my paddock of hay.