Raindrops up above, concrete down below
Whistles in the air
And then I realize
There’s me, there’s me
Walking down cold streets
Breathing down some air
Feeling a gulp on my hair
The wind feels so fair
And then I realize
There’s me, there’s me
I let the world continue to brush my hair,
The wind’s my compass and my fairy
***** of newspaper scrambling by the streets
I take some knowledge, I take some air
This very moment is what I wear
No rush
No rush, just smile and take a mighty hush