Windhorse

When your soul slips through a doorway
and goes wandering in your mind,
when you’re frightened by the world
that you’ve created without trying,
all you have to do is think of me
and you’ll never be alone.
Riding on a windhorse,
I’ll be coming to take you home.

Riding on a windhorse,
I’m coming to take you home.

I know it’s me you’re running from.
A dream is an escape.
But I know it’s me you’re looking for
in a different kind of shape.
So I hover like a gentle breeze
and follow you where you roam.
Riding on a windhorse,
I’m coming to take you home.

Riding on a windhorse,
I’m coming to take you home.

There’s no distance
you and I can’t fly
though the air.
No resistance:
if you want to be home
we’re already there …

But I see the price of patience
and it makes me feel afraid.
If I stay too long inside your dream
will I start to fade?
Will I be nothing, yes, nothing
but the echo of a moan
as I ride upon a windhorse,
waiting to take you home?

Riding on a windhorse,
coming to take you home …

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2010)

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