From the city to the south

I saw spirits

Crawl across the river mouth

In skewed ascension

With no destination

Like this lone bachelor in me

With constant yearning

For great love and learning

For the wind to carry me free

So when the birds fly south

Reach up and hold their tails

Pull up and out of here

Bridle the autumn gales

Gather your will to live

And this fire to roam

Listening to the winds

I will be calling you home

From that window

I saw black gulls lost at sea

They move like shadows

Those birds still haunt these dreams

With hope prevailing

I draw galleons sailing

With full sails billowing free

So when the birds fly south

Reach up and hold their tails

Pull up and out of here

Bridle the autumn gales

Gather your will to live

And this fire to roam

Listening to the wind

I will be calling you home

Calling you home

Calling you home