Anyway The wind was blurring a cloud Slurring the words of the song of a bird Singing it in a swinging tree Being transcendental right out loud Unafraid to sound absurd Used to acoustical anomaly Bringing its song along to me The long way where I was there and heard I might not have understood The words in the end it sang in the wind But heard it was out to transcend Like I would too and that sounded good When the wind blew in the night And a bird remembered what I forgot We transcend in the end or not I thought a lot and knew it was right The wind might blow me away Already away I am ready here I might appear to disappear But I go on going anyway Steven Curtis Lance