Warm wind coming on the wasteland

Warm wind coming on the wasteland

You held me through the night

The days were golden in your eyes

Sheltered from the storm

Until I learned to fly

I hear the ancient call

The freedom of my heart and soul

Whispering goodbye, I turn and face the night, Oh Lord!

Oh! I'm free again to feel the wind

Sweet warm wind on the wasteland

I'm like a wild seed waiting for the rain

To carry me far away from the wasteland

Warm wind coming on the wasteland

Warm wind coming on the wasteland

I walk the streets we knew

Sweet memories come breaking through

But deep in my heart

I know that we should part

Footsteps echo through the door

Such emptiness I never knew before

All across the sky I hear the word "goodbye", Oh Lord!