When I run through the fields,
when the clock strikes twilight,
I FEEL the sound of a thousand wings
soaring through the night.
Hoping, just hoping for one ray of light.
When I SMELL the blossoms falling from the tree's,
I know that my God's great, he knows everything.
When I HEAR the grasshoppers jumping
through the fields, when I SEE the earth turning on
it's not-so-normal wheels, every day, every month,
every year, I know far away, someones always watching out for me.