From here where wind blows I'm waiting to know what I'll never know What you think of me. you send me pictures and words of love I am an older boy, there's nothing I'm sure of 'Cept I know I have faith to soar, strength to fly, and little more Wind has worn from me hostility; gentility I wear like a crown Imagine me otherwise; a hundred guys would k** to be walking beside you here So it isn't clear what's wrong with me I get my feet wet, I have paid my debt, I am loved yet What do you think of me? You sing me melodies and hand over gold rings with silver keys Say I'm your lover Oh, why do you think of me?