Air Born
Andrew Latimer, Peter Bardens
High-flying glider, spread your wings
Flying high on a cloud
Borne on the air, spiral around
So busy making circles, you never touch the ground
You see the sea, feel the sky
Don't know where you go when you die
Don’t know the answers to what's in my mind
Riding on the wind, turning with the tide
Light takes you up, it brings you down
Changes the pain that remains
Change will be lost and [?] the rain
And if the world keeps spinning round you'll be back again