If I want I could move these walls past my door to a better place I feel like there's a wind that could catch all my fingers, fly away Past towers of iron and cement touching sky over rivers continents wide Onto rolling walls with billions inside, augment my view of life, white cliffs isle's east side Blue fields of five waving patiently while I slide into new scapes of change Because tomorrow I'll be gone And all that now surrounds me will keep moving on When I look back what will I see Will I have learned a lesson, something I believe