When you come on wasted wheels

You don't know which way is home

When you've lost your place to be

You can feel it in your BONES

When I feel the breeze through me

I don't know if I'm a GHOST

So I try to sing something

Like I'm feeling in my BONES

Is it just me or is it everybody else?

It must be everyone to some degree

Yes, I see myself in everybody else

And maybe they can

See themselves in me