(Sullivan) 2024 I grew up in a house of open doors Everybody drifting in and out with the wind The willow tree waving hello, goodbye Any old place was a good place to begin I watched the vapour trails criss-cross the sky I spread the wings that I couldn’t wait to try With all the blessings held inside With all the blessings held inside It’s OK, all the never knowing Never knowing if I’m coming or going Whichever way the wind comes blowing Doesn’t matter if we’re coming or going, coming or going So it will take us all directions, it will take us by surprise All we have is knowing that the sun is going to rise In the East, above the fields, above the ruins, above the mist Above the folly and the passion and the beauty and and the courage And we’re looking for a sign and the only sign says: Set the dial to turn in circles Whichever path we choose we’re going to stray And we’re all ghosts anyway, we’re all ghosts anyway It’s OK, all the never knowing Never knowing if I’m coming or going Whichever way the wind comes blowing Doesn’t matter if we’re coming or going, coming or going Doesn’t matter if we’re coming or going Whichever way the wind, whichever way the tide Whichever way the wind comes blowing Published by PRS/MCPS
