Claire Adams - Westerlies (feat. Lyndsay Pruett) Lyrics

There's a chill on the wind
From the west bringing in
Bits of ash and dust from Africa and Spain
And one day I will fly all those currents in the sky
Catch my ride a little east of the Great Plains

Holding on softly, snow resting on the tree
Till it's going anywhere the wind blows
Never knowing everything the wind knows

When the walls are closing in and you're shackled down again
Better find yourself a friend to ease the pain
Cause you can run, you can hide, you can keep it all inside
Till the tears you hold come pouring down like rain

Let them fall softly, snow melting off the trees
Little diamonds catching in the sunlight
Is this dying? No, it's gonna be alright

Every once in a while I've heard you say with a smile
You'll be going out in style some sunny day
Well the truth to be told
I wanna die old
Wrinkled and weary and grey

Let it go softly, snow falling off the trees
I'll be blowing anywhere the wind blows
Finally knowing everything the wind knows
Yeah, we're going everywhere the wind blows
But not today
Not today