On a windy day, lets go on flying.
There may be no trees to rest on,
There may be no clouds to ride.
But well have our wings and the wind will be with us,
Thats enough for me,
Thats enough for me.
On a windy day, we went flying.
There was no sea to rest on,
There were no hills to glide.
We saw an empty bottle rolling down the street
And on a cupboard stand at the corner of the street,
Wrinkled souls piled up like grapefruits.