From here where wind blows I'm waiting to know what I'll never know
What you think of me. you send me pictures and words of love
I am an older boy, there's nothing I'm sure of
'Cept I know I have faith to soar, strength to fly, and little more
Wind has worn from me hostility; gentility I wear like a crown
Imagine me otherwise; a hundred guys would kill to be walking beside you here
So it isn't clear what's wrong with me
I get my feet wet, I have paid my debt, I am loved yet
What do you think of me?
You sing me melodies and hand over gold rings with silver keys
Say I'm your lover
Oh, why do you think of me?