There’s a cold evening wind
coming down from the north
bringing with it cruel words
of hard days ahead
of thieving gray skies
and lost desperate mornings
of days when my voice
will not turn you around.
and I’ve been watching the waves
entranced by the sound
by the gathering green turmoil
by the evil intent
it’s time I take all I know
and run it aground.
there’s a cold evening wind
coming down from the north
bringing with it cruel words
of hard days ahead
of thieving gray skies
and lost desperate mornings
of days when your voice
will not turn me around.
and I need you right now
I need you to bend
into the teeth
of that cold evening wind
I need you to bend
into that cold evening wind.
I need you to bend
into that cold evening wind.