Warm Wind On The Wasteland

Warm wind coming on the wasteland

Warm wind coming on the wasteland

You held me through the night

The days were golden in your eyes

Sheltered from the storm

Until I learned to fly

I hear the ancient call

The freedom of my heart and soul

Whispering goodbye, I turn and face the night, Oh Lord!

Oh! I'm free again to feel the wind

Sweet warm wind on the wasteland

I'm like a wild seed waiting for the rain

To carry me far away from the wasteland

Warm wind coming on the wasteland

Warm wind coming on the wasteland

I walk the streets we knew

Sweet memories come breaking through

But deep in my heart

I know that we should part

Footsteps echo through the door

Such emptiness I never knew before

All across the sky I hear the word "goodbye", Oh Lord!