Shapes and Perspectives

I choose to travel light Feathers in my pockets Head first into the night Between zigzagging comets Caught up with dust and stones And so many other things Is this my new home? Is this the place where I'll be king? I'm somewhere past the sun, somewhere past the sun And I won't turn back A thing less, here I come I hope the two of us will get along A million miles, where is the dream? Where is the wind? Where is the north? Where is the sea? A foreign sky, where is the north? Where is the luck that I could need? Answer me, answer me Ten thousand days, two hundred weeks, whatever Where is the air that I used to breathe? Behind the haze, beyond the breach Is there a road? Where does it lead? Is this the place where things begin? Is this the place where I'll be king? Different now, different now The shapes and perspectives are all different now Different now, different now The shapes and perspectives are all different now