If it’s something, you can’t find it
If it’s nothing, you can’t find it;
In the open emptpy sky
Flying birds leave no tracks.
Hey, spin the wheel and it comes round:
East, west, north or south, let it come and go.
If it’s something, you can’t find it
If it’s nothing, you can’t find it;
In the open emptpy sky
Flying birds leave no tracks.
Hey, spin the wheel and it comes round:
East, west, north or south, let it come and go.
