I know,
someday I might be looking around, trying to find some purpose.
Well, purpose can’t be that hard to find, as long as I’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me.
Lawyers write some goofy terms in letters to the future, so as not to get all screwed by methods hereinafter devised;
So will I.
... I’ll keep on reminding me: I’m always free to walk.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map