[soft indie folk opening — creaking porch swing, distant cicadas, gentle wind ambience] [verse 1] to be you must feel so easy like the crisp breeze just breezin’ breezy spinning in circles just a fan in the wind no end, just begin begin ‘til again stopping wherever the next spin lands never asking questions never making plans spinning freely when pushed slowing sweetly alone quiet in the silence of a life not your own [pre-chorus] just a decoration at somebody’s expense an object of creation sitting on the fence random little placement where somebody decided you just sit where you sit while the whole world guides it [chorus] fan of what? i’m not really sure just a fan on the floor nothing more watching nature lead through the windows and doors regardless of the source the fan still forms windy little motions patterns without meaning keep it nice and easy keep it light and cheesy [ooh harmony swell] [verse 2] people push people like fingers on blades calling it purpose calling it fate spin fast enough and they’ll say you’re alive slow down too long and they wonder why everybody somewhere placed where they were put trying to look holy trying to look good but the wind ain’t wisdom and motion ain’t peace sometimes all a person wants is finally to cease [bridge — stripped down, almost spoken] what if i don’t wanna spin what if i don’t wanna move what if i’m tired of existing for you what if the breeze ain’t freedom at all just invisible hands moving us small [instrument swell] [final chorus] fan of what? i still don’t know just spinning wherever the cold wind blows slowing softly when nobody sees keeping it easy keeping it cheesy [outro — soft hums, porch ambience fading] just a fan in the wind begin again begin again…
