the winds of change they call my name though i would say i am not ready to ford the wake but there's no bridge to take how long must i await as my passions i forsake my heart aches the winds of change they stir my chaparral heart they know the way the path we all must take so i take a timid step slow at first deliberate for still i thirst for what i do not know but so i'm told as we grow old all shall unfold