Standing in line at the post office A rich man and the poor Both of them get to wonder What's it all for? Waiting for the next tomorrow Waiting for the dream to come Whether you lend or borrow Equal under the sun Feathers In the wind Kept it for a moment Then swept away again One man is impatient One's just keeping warm Standing in line at the post office The mind just wanders off One looks for forgiveness One looks for some grace We all may have a place Where the luck is, you have a castle Or a blanket for the cold Love's the only measure Of the treasure you hold Feathers In the wind Kept it for a moment Then swept away again Standing in line at the post office The rich man alone The other across the street In the park he calls home But underneath this beingness And the tyranny of time No matter where you sit In the grand design You might look over your shoulder Searching for someone The sum of joys and sorrows Equal under the sun Where the luck is, you have a castle Or a blanket for the cold Love's the only measure Of the treasure you hold Love's the only measure Of the treasure you hold Love's the only measure Of the treasure you hold Feathers In the wind Feathers In the wind Feathers In the wind