SONG

Patrick Grizzell and I sang this song together long ago.

SONG

We are drifting over plains.

We are prisoners of the wind.

There is nothing we can say.

There is no place to begin.

We are higher than the clouds.

It’s a thing we can’t explain.

When we touch inside each other

It is very like the rain.

We are standing in the music.

We are always making love.

We do not expect forever.

We are always making love.

We are drifting over plains.

We are prisoners of the wind.

There is nothing we can say.

There is no place to begin.