When you come on wasted wheels
You don't know which way is home.
When you've lost your place to be
You can feel it in your bones.
When I feel the breeze through me
I don't know if I'm a ghost.
So I try to sing something
Like I'm feeling in my bones.
Is it just me or is it everybody else?
It must be everyone to some degree
Yes I see myself in everybody else.
Maybe they can see themselves in me.
When I feel the breeze through me
I don't know if I'm a ghost.
So I try to sing something
Like I'm feeling in my bones.
You don't know which way is home.
When you've lost your place to be
You can feel it in your bones.
When I feel the breeze through me
I don't know if I'm a ghost.
So I try to sing something
Like I'm feeling in my bones.
Is it just me or is it everybody else?
It must be everyone to some degree
Yes I see myself in everybody else.
Maybe they can see themselves in me.
When I feel the breeze through me
I don't know if I'm a ghost.
So I try to sing something
Like I'm feeling in my bones.