Strange World

There is a strange wind in the air today
Tree branches are budding and then blown away
There is a strange wind in the air today
Spiny pods are dropping and then drift away
But they will be blown into the next millenium
And I promise myself I'm coming with them

There is a strange wind in the air today
My skirt lifts up, my hair's astray
There is a strange wind in the air today
My little body's born up and then thrown away
But I will be born into the next millenium
I jump aboard the ship of bored, lost children

There is a strange wind in the air today
I fill up my hot-air balloon
And untie my stakes

And I will be blown into the next millenium
And I will be born into the next millenium