Here today Gone tomorrow Thinking ahead to the next best thing Living against the grain of the here and now
We never learn We never let ourselves
Why don't we travel with the wind And pretend that the branches are waving Why don't we let ourselves unwind 'Til our hearts begin to sing Like the kite at the end of its string
We're not sure what this is or why it's here But we're glad it is Turn your back and sure enough that thing is gone For good
Why don't we travel with the wind And pretend that the branches are waving Why don't we let ourselves unwind 'Til our hearts begin to sing Like the kite at the end of its string
