How would you know?
When everything around you’s changing like the weather,
A big black storm.
And where’d you turn to?
Or hide a ghost, a shadow at the most, would you let me know?
Cause I don’t want to,
To trouble your mind with the childish design of how it all should go.
But I love you so,
When it all comes clear, when the wind is settled, I’ll be here, you know.