There are clouds and there is wind
there’s a storm and there is light
there are words and there’s a line
there’s a thought and there’s a fight
There are fields and there’s a road
there’s a dust and there’s a roar
there are feet and there’s a print
there are hands who want more
And space, space, space in front of me
in close quarters with myself
so close I couldn’t see
the freedom ahead of me
There are nights and there’s a dream
there is hope and there is loss
there are rhymes without a reason
there are paths we need to cross
And space, space, space in front of me
in close quarters with myself
so close I couldn’t see
the freedom ahead of me
There are waves and there’s a shore
there is sand and there is foam
there are birds without a nest
there’s a heart longing for a home
And space, space, space in front of me
in close quarters with myself
so close I couldn’t see
there’s freedom ahead of me