Lord let's get the hell out of this rut or solace will surely never come

Exclaim sweep discarded words away

Prophetic they never were

As the crow flies

We'll walk into the gale

The spring in my step

Is the taste that you make

My chaperone

My advocate

My cloaking device

I could use your advice

Cos I don't need proof

While ever there's you

Gravity fails and

There's wind in these sails...