When the wind comes around
You see the patterns on the floor,
Tracing it's memory
Like I used to do before.

Your head was down
Like it's supposed to do.
When the wind comes around
Explaining what it needs to do.

Up and driving in the rain,
Barren, pushing down in vain.
Feel I'm moving away in the blue,
Filled with comfortable thoughts of you.

When your ship don't come in
What you have is what you are.
Not a camel, not a pin,
Nothing you can hold in your arms.

'Round comes the wind,
We flee and seem to be so free.
When your ship don't come in
It's in the life of you and me.

Up and driving in the rain,
Barren, pushing down in vain.
Feel I'm moving away in the blue,
Filled with comfortable thoughts of you.

When the wind comes around
You see the patterns on the floor,
Tracing it's memory
Like I used to do before.

The bars had turned brown,
That's what they're supposed to do.
When the wind comes around
It pays you for the things you do.

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