Catch a cloud, roll out to sea

Waves of clover rolling over me

Shifting sand beneath my feet

Touch the water, clear and sweet

So good to be alone

On my last time home



Feathered wings against the sky

Take my mind to soar up very high

Dying memories so fleet

Wind away down many-cornered streets

And I feel picked to the bone

On this my last time home



Here I see my friends come a-running

Sure to be some kind of judgement

Some kind of judgement coming



Turn my back against the rain

Hear the tapping on my windowpane

Feel the movement from within

Watch the restless mood begin

My soul will soon be blown

From this my last time home



Soon be blown

From my last time home