I had dreams when I was a boy
I thought I’d grow to own the world.
I wished I’d known
What I know now.
I would not be where I am now.

I could have grown up to be something big.
Instead I’m asking questions to the wind.
And it goes on.
Like the birds will always sing.
I’ll go on
Like I knew I’d always be on my own.

Helllo are you listening?
Hello is anyone even there?
Are you out there or am I talking to myself?
Can someone please tell me?

Am I alone?
Or is someone by my side?
Can I just known please?
The comfort would set me fine.