I've seen the writing on the wall   I've tasted the dust to my lungs,   through my veins.   The wind has forced me to advance to where I'm standing   as I turn around it erased my track.   I feel the urge to move on   but to behome eating sandwiches with "Ang & Barn"   I miss home.   So please see for me what I could be   61 open your gate its all been the estate of mind   "Go and I'll time you!", she said   but she never looked at the watch.   little did I know she would become a memory   to my lungs, through my veins.   The trees look so small at night   when the moon shines bright upon my world   I've seen your world... to my veins