Standing from afar, looking in a bar.
She is turned and I cannot earn a glance.
I do not even have a chance.
If I did, it would be in a place far from here, where they make stars into beer.
Not on Earth gazing at the stars all alone.
Why do I feel so alone?
Only the wind has to the time to spend and answer.
(I am not alone and the wind would moan. I am not alone and the wind would moan.)
I watch lovely dancers and I find that girl, and remember the wind’s answer.
In my dreams I am not alone, I am with her all the time.
Loving her should not be a crime.
(I am not alone and the wind would moan)
Either way, I like it!