Catch a cloud, roll out to sea
Waves of clover rolling over me

Shifting sand beneath my feet
Touch the water, clear and sweet
So good to be alone

On my last time home

Feathered wings against the sky

Take my mind to soar up very high
Dying memories so fleet
Wind away down many-cornered streets

And I feel picked to the bone
On this my last time home


Here I see my friends come a-running
Sure to be some kind of judgement
Some kind of judgement coming


Turn my back against the rain
Hear the tapping on my windowpane

Feel the movement from within
Watch the restless mood begin
My soul will soon be blown

From this my last time home

Soon be blown

From my last time home