The way you sway your hair
Like a wild wheat field
You could be everything
Everything to me
The way you move your legs
Like endless pines in the sky
You 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 farm
To be the rain
Or to be the flower
I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting
Until the wind is blowing
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting
Until the rain is falling
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting
Until the wind is blowing
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting
Until the rain is falling
I'll be waiting
You could be everything
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
You could be everything
Everything to me