They walk the streets in endless search
of certainty, they want to hear
the loving whispers  of the wayward wind .

To look into his face just once
To see themselves,  within his eyes
Oh, but they  do just as well  to find the wayward wind  

The rising sun brings hope anew
They long to be a father's child, just for awhile
To know that feeling and ask where have you been

To stand there and to lend the tears
would be a healing thing
closure it would bring
Oh, but they would do well to find the wayward wind

So many lonely days and years
Have molded me , have fed my fears
and you alone can free my halting will

The man that I have come to be, is strong of heart
but weak in hope and now I grow old. but time and tide takes me aside
and tells me no.
That I will never find  the wayward wind

That I will never find  the wayward wind.