The way you sway your head
Like a wild wheat field
Could be everything
Everything to me
The way you move your legs
Like endless vines in the sky
Could be everything Everything to me
And as I'm
walking into the wild I keep on
waiting for a sign
To be the worm or to be the owl To be the field or to be the fowl
To be the rain or to be the flower I'll be waiting,
oh I'll be waiting
Until the wind is blowing I'll be waiting,
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting,
I'll be waiting Until the rain is falling
Everything
You
could be everything
Everything to me
You could be everything
You
could be everything
Everything
to me
You could be everything Everything
You could be everything
Everything to me
You could be everything
Everything
to me