Song for John

On a windy day, let's go on flying There may be no trees to rest on There may be no clouds to ride But we'll have our wings and the wind will be with us That's enough for me That's enough for me On a windy day, we went on flying There was no sea to rest on There were no hills to glide We saw an empty bottle rolling down the street And on a cupboard stand at the corner of the street Wrinkled souls piled up like grapefruits