Linda Ronstadt - Scream To Me Stones In The Field

I am like the wind
That runs all around this world
Surrounded by pleasure
But it is never mine

I am like a bird
A prisoner sunk in your love
Even though the cage is golden
It doesn't keep it from being a prison

Talk to me mountains and valleys
Scream to me stones in the field
When have you ever seen anyone
Love like I am loving
Cry like I am crying
Die like I am dying

Sometimes I feel I'm the sun
The world is not important to me
Later I wake up and laugh
I am more or less nothing

In the end
I'm in this world like a feather in the air
Going through life with no direction
And it's all your fault