I’ll break apart and fly north for the winter
Stay a few seasons, or stay a bit longer
They say it’s a small world, I’ll find a place
I got dust in my pockets but a pretty face
This has become far more then a bend
I’m forming a circle with every path that I wend
I stand kind of bent, but you’d never know
Where I’ve been or where I intend to go
For years I will sleep and wake up to reality
Let my brain recover, go back to normal mentality