Wind

Was lying when I saw you

Asked how I was doing, I said fine

Thought I could ignore you

You had to be the bigger man

But I saw right through you

And you went and held out your hand

The wind comes barreling down the street

Like clockwork every night

And pours in through my window

Through my window

Like an empty bottle

Whistling in the wind

Still makes music

When I'm done drinking

Don't think I'm ready

To sing all those old songs again

The wind comes barreling down the street

Like clockwork every night

And pours in through my window

Through my window

The wind comes barreling down the street

Like clockwork every night

The wind comes barreling down the street

Like clockwork every night

And pours in through my window

Through my window