| 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 |