singing my song to the wind
works my mind over again and again
four part harmonies
flying in each direction
east, north, west and down
now the piano is in the background
the basement of my brain
the guitar is gently trucking like a train
at each end of the bar
the applause are all the same
nothing but the sound of the wind and the rain
now the strings are in the window
the attic of my dreams
and the organ’s always weeping with the breeze
four part harmonies
swirling in every direction
east, west, north, and down
four part harmony
won’t leave me alone
and I’m dancing up the mountain
but I’m sinking like a stone
singing my song to the wind
works my mind inside out again
at each end of the bar
the applause is all the same
nothing but the sound of the wind and the rain