"Follow the wind--End where you began,"
Said the wise man, solemnly grinning.
"Follow the stars--Never reach the end."
A whisper like billowing black sand,
Questioning truth, lies or imprinting:
"Follow the wind--End where you began."
Wise man, whisper. Simply it's you, man,
The fading dream forever calling
"Follow the stars--Never reach the end."
How can I, sir? Can you try to stand,
Beneath the cold endless whispering,
Follow the wind--End where you began?
Never, wise man, 'neath my ceiling fan,
Can I ponder, wonder, stay dreaming
"Follow the stars--Never reach the end."
Stay where I began or go to the end?
Hopelessly we'll sit oscillating:
Follow the wind--End where you began?
Follow the stars--Never reach the end?