the few lines on his forehead
the eyes he never shows
the things he sees he hands me
in well disposed rows

i sow a sunflower seed
and it perishes so fast
i wonder who could i blame
and i know my love won't last

i seek a place in quietness
where people used to rest
the alcatraz is empty and
then i'm alone at last

i switch on the machinery
and careful press the keys
wherever his mind wanders
he takes me in his breeze