Soft winds on the mainland

Ten stories below

Every window could take you far as can go

At worst a conclusion

Closure at best

Drifting with the currents way out west

So much for city

I gave it a try

So much for the sunset through those sky scraping eyes

Outgrowing the options

Guess I'm a gust

Now I've gotta press on way out west

I don't wanna wait anymore

I don't wanna wait till my feet get fixed to the floor

But I'm waiting for you

Tied up to the tide

Admiring the outlook

It ends where it starts

Tried to share my vision with somebody's heart

But they're only browsing

Tourists at best

I'm on duty somewhere way out west

I don't wanna wait anymore

I don't wanna wait till my feet get fixed to the floor

But I'm waiting for you

Tied up to the tide

Some good-natured warning

Barely misses my head

Questions left unanswered will remain misread

Weightless for an instant

Forever at rest

Far beyond the seasons way out west