by Dan Fogelberg

now the wind is still
in a moment it will be raging
now my soul is young
in a moment it will be aging

and high above the pines
i wrote several lines
and left them in a bottle
for you to find

now the dream is rising
in a moment it will be past
this breath is my first
it will all too soon be my last

and on a windy coast
i made several toasts
to you and me and the sea
and no one heard

now the wind is still
in a moment it will be raging
now my soul is young
in a moment it will be aging

and high above the pines
i wrote several lines
and left them in a bottle
for you to find