作曲 : Matthews
Breathe a sigh of relief 
We're not all hiding under the sheets 
Mother's son, beautifully dressed 
But walks the streets only in his vest 
I'm here again, nothing's changed 
I'm flying through on my drifting plain 
And I graced the earth with my views 
You don't wanna hear, well, that's up to you 
Say what you want about me '
Cause I don't believe what 
I read So 
I don't mind, you see you 
Have no clue of where 
I'm going to 
White feathered medicine 
Is what I crave and all's forgiven 
And their fragile wings and delicate cries 
Comfort me and my bleeding eyes 
See beyond a weary face 
You're all the same and there's a pretty little face 
It says nothing to me about who 
I am I've got nothing to burn, only your sorry hands 
Time to put a stop to it, 
I had to put up with it 
Now I'm sick and tired of it so 
Take your views to some other avenue 
I don't care, you do as you please 
Your crying face and begging on your knees 
I know what to do, so leave me be 
I've got this feeling, it could be the death of me 
I circle around the view 
I'm in I wait for days, my patience wearing thin 
And I wait for you, tirelessly 
Nothing gained, 
I just fall to sleep 
So you're writing a letter now, 
I'm taking a look 
While you're signing with kisses and talk of how much 
You want to help me write, 
I ride into the sky