"  windswept"

if a lot is a little
then how will it end
when life is a riddle
you can't see around the bend

your ambition tries to kill you
and you get lost in the brawl
nothing rhymes with intuition
you couldn't feel when to fall

  this time we'll find it
  that feeling we've lost
  that sense of relevance
  i heard it blow away

from the window sill
i set it down to dry
that sense of meaning
at least we know why

but why would a little
matter at all
i've let it all fall
we'll meet in the middle

  and this time we'll find it
  that feeling we've lost
  that sense of relevance
  i heard it blow away