Ever blowing wind, come blow my soul away,
My restless soul
Save me from the unwilling eyes, watching for me to trip,
The always waiting eyes.
Save me from the closed minds, the never noticing minds.
I know them and they me, but do they really?
Do I really? Who really?

Never again do I want this, but I’ll remember it every morning.
Very few can I turn to, but even they don’t understand.
Or do they really?
Do I really? Who really?

Oh ever changing wind, take this away from me,
Oh, my ever confused heart, my regretful heart.
No one knows, or do they really?
Do I really? Who really?