Am I greed ? Am I God? Am I gold? 
Am I taught how to breathe when I’m born?
Is it worn or is it known?

I will take you along when I feel
The slightest shift in the weather.

Have I stayed here too long?
Have I outstayed my warm welcoming home?
I know I’m not well-known ‘round here no more, 
So I’ll be gone when I feel the slightest shift 
in the weather.

And this I’ll meditate upon.