Urging to roam Urging to fly back home Here on the snow-covered domes A new soul An aging face An aware heart in the wrong place I left my dreams on a sailing ship To be carried on by my unborn daughter Will I ever be loved? Will I ever be thought of like my mother thought of my father? I've got pictures I managed to paint And I've got songs I left undone Should I follow the light of my own little candle Or the sun of everyone? I wonder... I wonder...