' for a mate, we'll find you a boo You just might see one in this zoo Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo Animals on the loose loose loose We get wind up like It's a
to another cos she wasn't treated right I could relate to that boy Drizzy How did I wind up right here with you ? you can achieve if you do believe Gotta chase
singers Is the world coming to an end God gives us time to fight with the .. within Man killing us political sins .. for the love of the beautiful wind .. chasing
to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasing Will never come true if I wind up
Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 1: Yea, feel the wind
it, Will Faulkner wrote it Aretha Franklin sold it, Dolly Parton graced it Rosa Parks rode it, Scarlett O. chased it Smooth as the hickory wind That
would be over me by now so you go sleeping with them clowns, they are no relief she spoke her piece I know, capisce so love must be let go, released into the wind
Are you hopeful? Are you haunted? By the ghosts of Christmas past? Face the future undaunted Step aside or take your chance Run with the fox into the wind
Sands of companions sides that be The strength of the meeting lies with you Wait all the more regard your past School gates remind us of our class Chase
moving out to save your soul it came away And took it out Oh why? Oh why? Fire burning wild, burning in the night, chasing in the wind Shadows always
and change and sway but they still stay the same the songs that we sung when the dark days come are the songs that we sung when we chased them away
On the road to the riches, Try and stop and take pictures Pay attention to each detour and each sign along the way Be aware of the winding roads Know
Lost my way The sun grew dim Stepped over grace And stood in sin Took the dive but couldn't swim A flag without the wind When there's no morning Without
place He calls it out of this world without traveling to space It?s not just a lesson in geography No equation to unravel algebraically It?s written in the wind
But where is the childhood who played with the sunshines And chased the cloud shape to the regions of mind? Standing stream cries the south wind Lost
swinging from the trees I was a monkey Stealing honey from the swarm of bees I could taste I could taste you even then And I would chase you down the wind
My dad chased monsters from the dark He checked underneath my bed He could lift me with one arm way up over top his head He could loosen rusty bolts with