The Wind

Maybe I’m a fisherman lost at see Maybe I’m a country boy in the city Maybe I'm a wondering soul trying to believe
 Maybe it’s all just meant to be Maybe I'm a prisoner trying to make bale Maybe I'm a little puppy chasing his tale Maybe I'm a syllable in your poetry oh Maybe it’s all just meant to be Lately I’ve been wandering the woods naked trees Lately I’ve been ordering to do as I please Lately I’ve been noticing the sound of the leaves Maybe it’s all just meant to be Baby I’ve been losing fear of dying alone Lately I’ve been feeling safe a long way from home Lately I’ve been picking locks letting me free oh Maybe it’s all just meant to be I’m the wind inside your breath I’m the touch upon your skin Underneath the truth we see Maybe it’s all just meant to be I’m the wind inside your breath I’m the touch upon your skin Underneath the truth we see Maybe it’s all just meant to be