Weather bird, sleeping skies

I’m honey in the morning time

Of course I’m here, of course I’m more

More than a photograph remembers

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I’m wind that holds birds of blue

I’m the way the trees bow for you

You’re wandering crooked roads

And I’m your moon

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And I’m alright

I’m your raincoat

I’m the waterfalls

Oh, you’re wandering, but I’m home

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Wandering rumbling skies

I’m water when your spirit’s dry

Of course I’m here, of course I move

In choirs and rising tides

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Dreams so loud, dreams that bleed

Asking how could I leave

You’re wandering dusty roads

Right where you need to be

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And I’m alright

I’m your raincoat

I’m the waterfalls

Oh, you’re wandering, but I’m home

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You’re being what I cannot be

Being what I cannot be

Being what I cannot be