The Wind

"Somewhere in Beachwood, she gets up to welcome the morning.
She's fine, sitting by the window
Before the world has awoken

She picked up some flowers, and put them on his old piano
She's fine, sitting by the window
Before the world has awoken
She's fine when nobody is watching
She's far away in a meadow

She's gone to places where silence is broken by rivers
She sits and looks out the window
Before the world has awoken

She's fine when nobody is watching
She's far away in a meadow
"