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