intro)
Everything has its season
Everthing has its time
Show me a reason and i'll soon show you a rhyme
Cats sit on the window sill
Children sit in the snow
Why do I feel i dont fit in anywhere i go
(Corus)
Rivers belong where they can ramble eagles belong where they can fly
I've got to be where my spirt can run free
Got to find my corner of the sky
Every man as his day dream
Every man and his goals
People like the way dreams have of sticking to there souls
Thunder clouds have there lighting night and gals have there songs
and i dont want my life to be something more then long
(Corus)
So many men seem destined to settle for something small
But i wont rest until i know i have it all
So dont ask where i am going just listen when i am gone
and far away you'll hear me softly to the dawn
