No Bearing

I wait behind my door For you to come up through the floor I know the colour of green In the springtime symphony The world is busy outside Ten thousand faces pass me by I watch the coming of things All is beating with the wings All is beating with the wings As the butterfly flies Watch her dancing for the skies And though her time is brief She is older than my grief She is older than my grief No bearing at all A shadow cast on the wall The sun is on my back As I walk away from the track As the road winds on Distant lands will hear my song Help the world to be Free from its history Are you free from history No escape anymore The shadows are cast on the wall The sun is on my back As I walk away from the track