Though I try
hard as I can to fly
free,
that lonesome old wind
keeps blowing me.
I would stay
where your loving warms me night and day,
close to thee,
but that lonesome old wind keeps blowing me.
You say this time
I must be out of my mind.
Oh and I'm sure it's true.
But that old wind is bending me,
that old wind is sending me,
and letting go
is all I know how to do
Sometimes
there's a small boy in this head of mine
whispers "let it be",
but that lonesome old wind keeps blowing me.
Your say I'm cruel,
and you call me a fool.
Oh yes and I agree,
but that old wind is driving me,
it wrestles and it writhes in me,
and alone is all I know how to be.
And when I fall
burst and broken,
barely fit to crawl,
hand to knee,
that lonesome old wind keeps blowing me.