HOW IS A MAN?
How is a man
When he stands alone
When his body stands alone
And naked in the wind
And the wind blows through him …?
How is a man
When he lies with a woman
When he lies on her breast
And breathes her sweetness
And the wind blows through him …?
The wind is a bird . . .
It has no nest . . .
It finds no peace . . .
No rest . . .
How is a man
When his dream falls away
When the road leads nowhere
And his youth is gone
And the wind blows through him …?
How is a man
When he stands in the wind
When he leans against the wind
And breathes its sweetness
And the wind blows through him …?
The wind is a bird . . .
It has no nest . . .
It finds no peace . . .
No rest . . .
Is there a place
Where a man may lay his head
If a man may lay his head
And find his rest?
And is there a place
Where the wind is still
Or must the wind-bird fly
Where he will …?
There’s a dark sky full of empty
There’s a black wind blowing slow
There’s a long road going nowhere
Where can a man go?
There’s a dark sky full of empty
There’s a black wind blowing slow
There’s a long road going nowhere
Where can a man go?
Where can a man go?
Where can a man go?
Where can a man go?
Where can a man go?