1959

living as an angel in the
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