On a late Friday evening
I hear people cheering
As I rest in this small bedroom
I newly called home
Schoolmates and friends out East
All left and went to sleep
As there is no one left around
I repose my phone down
My eyes closed, I feel the wind
Calling, calling, calling, my name
I lie down on my fuzzy bed
With the window opened
Letting the late summer breeze in
And the memories spin
My eyes closed, I feel the wind
Calling, calling, calling, my name
I left for the unknown and followed the voice within
As I drove beyond the tree line
I stayed up all night, allowing life to begin
And made this place mine
My eyes closed, I feel the wind
Calling, calling, calling, my name