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