clear

i ride on the highest hill to try and catch a glimpse of what's passing by
but the heavy winds like to get together and fly into my eye

i wish i could jump off this hill and leave all of you behind
and lay on the loneliest field to let all my thoughts unwind

the highest winds will be jealous of their counterparts below
they will scowl as my hair goes with the direction of the flow

i can water the flowers with my thoughts, i don't need them anymore
tell them all the things piled on my chest that i would've never said before

my dreams will be interrupted by whatever happens stop by
take me to the desert floor or way up in the sky

i don't care what happens anymore, i already know who i really am
but i don't think i'd tell you that because you still think i give a damn