As I walk against the wind As I play along in hiding I'm biding all my time Blowing out and blowing in From the doorway I'm alighting I'm righting my own crime Everyday I Keep searching for my prime While the currents ebb and flow All the ink can't dry to writing The sighting of our strife And the days they come and go Nights are full of rain and lightning I'm fighting for my life Proper lighting Reveals the sharpened knife Everyday I'm searching for a sign