Morning Mist

It’s fall/ sometimes In a swirl of leaves you soar In a swirl of leaves you soar This) call drives you home when you stroll away It calms down your thoughts when you fall in this time if it’s hard to describe how in your strange dreams you soar you hear this call on your own when you stroll away the wind’s blowing (it’s blowing) drives you home when you stroll away when you’ve lost trust and faith what was strong on your mind the wind ‘s coming to take you and it drives you at night the wind ‘s coming to take you and it drives you