On a late Friday evening
I hear people cheering 
As I rest in this small bedroom 
I newly called home

Schoolmates and friends out East
All left and went to sleep  
As there is no one left around
I repose my phone down

My eyes closed, I feel the wind
Calling, calling, calling, my name

I lie down on my fuzzy bed
With the window opened
Letting the late summer breeze in
and the memories spin

My eyes closed, I feel the wind
Calling, calling, calling, my name

I left for the unknown and followed the voice within
As I drove beyond the tree line
I stayed up all night, allowing life to begin
And made this place mine

My eyes closed, I feel the wind
Calling, calling, calling, my name