There′s spring in the air
They′re sweeping the streets
Wind is a breeze
The sun becomes her he agrees

What′s holding up her face?
Nothing but blue skies
Passage ways to windows
That don′t close

Where do you live?
Love is a place
Where are you from?
She says, ask yourself ask anyone
What′s holding up her face
Nothing but blue skies
Passage ways the mind′s eye
Contemplates