The Wind

Standing in this garden that we shared for years

Seeing paradise through all our dreams and tears

Scattered seeds along the way and saw them grow

At times we've seen the mighty mountain walls

Come and go

And still the wind is gonna blow

Sometimes fast and sometimes slow

Floating on an ocean, our ship without a sail

Who are we to try and stop what will or won't prevail

And if we slip into the darkness of a stormy night

We're only drifting with the tide, my friends

It's alright

And still the wind is gonna blow

Sometimes fast and sometimes slow

Standing in this garden in a million years

Others in our place when we're no longer here

Seeking answers in the ashes of our lives

And they will find their place in time, my friends

It's alright

And still the wind is gonna blow

Sometimes fast and sometimes slow