Oh lord the winds are blowing
Oh lord there is no knowing
When the storm gives way
To another kind of day
People come and go
They seem to be real
But how would I know
How they think or how they feel
Not allowed outside my door
What is the living for?
It seems another species
Aliens are coming through
Wearing masks, a disguise
All they reveal is in their eyes
They don’t seem happy
They don’t seem free
I want to talk to them
But I have to let them be
Oh lord the winds are blowing
Blowing over me
Blowing over you too
And there is nothing
There is nothing

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Nothing I can do