It's safe where the zephyr rests
Some of my windier friends
Spent time getting swept up
Into the sunset

Not like the dust devils that hang around airports, no
But they'd dare after a lady's hair,
Or her lunch
See her now, picnicking out on the beach

She
Is so fine

And her lunch
Tastes so good

She's having fun.

Held so perfectly there,

By the summer air.

I'm longing to blow you
Only good fortunes
But I stay right where that zephyr rests

Gets kinda boring--
Love the hair.