Rows of white doves on the wall As the breeze is blowing through the house It turned southeast toward the 3rd floor window And it set them free from the single path Those years of watching the kids grow up As the curtains dance and they look on ♪ The hour of the wolf had passed And the wind had called from the windmill grass ♪ All those eyes have gone away All those I've turned away from from All those lies they fade away All that I've walked away from