Living as an angel in the Place that I was born Living on air Living in heaven Giving the lie down, the line To the There's my heaven
And I know Which way the wind blows In nineteen fifty-nine
Which way the wind blows In nineteen fifty-nine
And the wind blows still And the wind blows wild again For a little child can never kill this clean This way And it feels like me today Tell me Do you feel the same? Isabelle? Or do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine? ...Do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
And the wind blows wild again And the wind blows wild
In nineteen fifty-nine In fifty-nine Isabelle Do you, do you fell the same?
Come with me Like a little child Like another gun Like homeless, restless, known to none, like Way beyond the line Like it never was In nineteen fifty-nine