recalling regatta (raised by wolves)

late night streets all alone

no one's here

no one's here

watch the faces come and go

always spinning around

drifting further away

she is young

dressed in white

like a cloud

spins in the sky

not sure if it'll sun or rain

always spinning around

drifting further away

not sure if she will run or stay

or follow the holes leading underground

watching from across the road

she's older now

than her picture shows

some stay lost

some get found

others drift from town to town

always spinning around

drifting further away

always hear the lonesome cry frail away