Son And if you follow me, son The window wrap around you Carry from the ground You will never be alone
You wait one turn to sunlight That's falling on a girl You're still outside the world
She's reading books from empty women They're givin' beauty tips from empty hips
And how is the water of the rain? And how is the air of the wind? And how are the arms of your mother She's holding you in?
Watch them as they try to fly
Their kites inside their bedrooms That were only built for drinking Your thoughts, they never lasted long When you were under the sky Above it you can hold a thought forever
And how is the water of the rain? And how is the air of the wind? And how are the arms of your mother She's holding you in?
And how is the water of the rain? And how is the air of the wind? And how are the arms of your mother She's holding you in?