See the kites caught in the trees
Memories
See the loose ends of the strings
Tangling
Hear the sighs of those you know
Who've let them go
When the storm was blowing, so
Hard to hold
Stealing my anchor, chasing my heart
Wind finds me, wind bribes me
Let me be free to rise up and drift
But hold on to what l'm tied to
And bring me home
And bring me home
Emptiness is so profound
On the ground
Up in the air it leaves no trace
There's so much space
Stealing my anchor, chasing my heart
Wind finds me, wind bribes me
Let me be free to rise up and drift
But hold on to what I'm tied to
Cause if you let go, and the wind blows me
Out of sight and out of mind
The irony will be
I'll spend my whole life looking for home