Set in sand, journies ahead of me Winter's gone Air's warming up like a dawn for me Steps will wind Follow them where they lead Truth in kind Words or a thought carries over me The winter is gone you see And I've seen almost every sight And I've been here endless times The coin changes hands And carries on through time Feathered aside, the roll of a dice Though the grandest of minds It's not what we see in their eyes We're feathered aside