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