I go where the wind blows, to where the elements meet, back to where I am made of.

The eyes to your soul, For the light to shine through, but you bare not your soul as you close your little windows.

You gotta keep pedaling to stay in balance.

A ship is safe in its harbour, but that's not what it's built for.

Ferris, round and round Life, round and round Samsara, again and again Till we cross the real ferry.