Coming or Going

I grew up in a house of open doors
Everybody drifting in and out with the wind
The willow tree waving hello, goodbye
Any old place was a good place to begin
I watched the vapour trails criss-cross the sky
I spread the wings that I couldn’t wait to try
With all the blessings held inside
With all the blessings held inside

It’s OK, all the never knowing
Never knowing if I’m coming or going
Whichever way the wind comes blowing
Doesn’t matter if we’re coming or going, coming or going

So it will take us all directions, it will take us by surprise
All we have is knowing that the sun is going to rise
In the East, above the fields, above the ruins, above the mist
Above the folly and the passion and the beauty and and the courage
And we’re looking for a sign and the only sign says:
Set the dial to turn in circles
Whichever path we choose we’re going to stray
And we’re all ghosts anyway, we’re all ghosts anyway

It’s OK, all the never knowing
Never knowing if I’m coming or going
Whichever way the wind comes blowing
Doesn’t matter if we’re coming or going, coming or going
Doesn’t matter if we’re coming or going

Whichever way the wind, whichever way the tide
Whichever way the wind comes blowing