Place that I was born
  Living on air
  Living in heaven
  Giving the lie down, the line
  To the
  There's my heaven

  And I know
  Which way the wind blows
  In nineteen fifty-nine

  Which way the wind blows
  In nineteen fifty-nine

  And the wind blows still
  And the wind blows wild again
  For a little child an never kill this clean
  This way
  And it feels like me today
  Tell me
  Do you feel the same?
  Isabelle?
  Or do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
  ... Do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?

  And the wind blows wild again
  And the wind blows wild

  In nineteen fifty-nine
  In fifty-nine
  Isabelle
  Do you, do you fell the same?

  Come with me
  Like a little child
  Like another gun
  Like homeless, restless, known to none, like
  Way beyond the line
  Like it never was
  In nineteen fifty-nine