Mists Of Down Below/meghan Hayden's

Wild wind, take me home

To the mists of down below

I'll be flying come September day

With no borders in my way

You'll find me home until the May sun burns

The heavy mists of down below

Refrão:

I see the rivers flooding strong

And people wishing they belonged

Free for anywhere they want to go

When they pray they can look to the sky

And they'd see me as I pass by

Heading to the mists of down below

Without fields ripe from rain

There is no way to feed my pain

Until I fly to mists of down below

But down below is not my fate

There is no land from where I came

Not even mists of old Mexico

Refrão

So I looked hard at reasons for

The drifters going door to door

Dreaming of the mists of down below

But I'm sure they'd go anywhere they could

If wings became their neighborhoods

And there'd be nowhere they wouldn't know