The Wind in My Wings

I shuffle my feet and catch the first rays of morning sun It peels off the layers of dirt from my troubled mind The things she must unlearn are the things I would rather choose The lie can be strong but it will never become the truth Unless it is She says Her loneliness is so pure, can't be mixed with anything But every farewell draws a wrinkle on her skin Does it make you sad? Like the sound of a last train leaving Like the sound of a mother crying Like the sound of desert praying for the sun I got tears in my eyes, I got blood on my fist I got rust on my strings, but I got the wind in my wings She says Her loneliness is so pure, can't be mixed with anything But every farewell draws a wrinkle on her skin Does it make you sad? Like the sound of no fucks given Like the sound of a father crying Like the sound of desert praying for the sun I got tears in my eyes, I got blood on my fist I got rust on my strings, but I got the wind yeah I got the wind in my wings