Amos Lee – The Wind

Saturday night, my head is spinning.

I wonder who’s heart I’ve been sinning for.

Cold rain blows on my window.

Soft sand gone from my pillow.

One more step that I’ve been taking,

Yes and one more,

I don’t need no more breaking up.

All the red lights, how they are

Burning down the highway.

I remember when the wind

Had blown my way.

But the wind blew down my line.

Yeah, the wind, blew down my line.

Man on the street, each day I’m passing.

A small bite to eat is all he’s been asking for.

Oh, but cold steps is all he’s been yeilding.

Oh, and now I know that empty feeling.

Yeah, the wind blew down my line

Yeah, the wind blew down my line.

Yeah, the wind blew down my line