Zephyr in the sky I hear you falling,
Windy days are rolling,
Come on bring me down.
When my watery eyes can see you calling,
Hear the engines roaring,
I just want to fly.
Zephyr’s cloud of steam has just stopped forming,
Thunderous and stalling,
Will it come on down?
Will my misty eyes still hear you falling?
See the prisoners fawning,
Yearning for the ground.
Zephyr way up high, your shadow’s nearing,
Sunny haze is calming,
Don’t you bring me down.
Are the neon lights and bombs you’re hoarding?
Meant for children only,
Longing to be found.