Howlin' In The Breeze

Don't ask for whom the bell tolls We ride on through the wake of the storm And I don't know But we will run on The harvest is turning The wheels are free California burns to the beach And there's no way of knowing Who is really free When illusion is all you see A rain is falling hard on the trees He's howling in the night Calling to see The winds of time turn And there is a fallow breeze Setting forth in the air and in me Well wind come and take me Til the tide turns no more I am walking on the crest of God's golden shore And we know not where we go Or where we've been before Oh Lord There is a force arising Against the serpent's teeth We will recover We were made to be free Because this is my life And I'm more than your plebe We're coming for you Fists raised howling in the breeze