Wild wind take me home   to the mists of down below   I'll be flying come September day   With no borders in my way   You'll find me home until the May sun burns   the heavy mists of down below      Chorus:   I see the rivers flooding strong   and people wishing they belonged   free for anywhere they want to go   when they pray they can look to the sky    and they see me as i pass by   heading to the mists of down below      without fields ripe from rain   there is no way to feed my pain   until i fly to mists of down below   but donw below is not my fate    there is no land from where i came   not even mists of old Mexico      chorus      so i looked hard at reasons for    the drifters going door to door   dreaming on the mists of down below   but i'm sure tehy'd go anywhere they could   if wings became their neighborhoods   and there'd be nowhere they wouldnt know      chorus