There's spring in the air

They're sweeping the streets

Wind is a breeze 

The sun becomes her he agrees



What's holding up her face? 

Nothing but blue skies

Passage ways to windows

That don't close



Where do you live?

Love is a place

Where are you from?

She says, ask yourself ask anyone

What's holding up her face 

Nothing but blue skies

Passage ways the mind's eye

Contemplates