ways Spending all my nights and days Just singing drunken love songs out of tune I'll be rolling like a pair of dice, come tomorrow Going nowhere, like
sea Let the wind take you where it will go Just another love song, ain't no big thing Once you got the feelin', make you wanna sing Just another homegrown
Don't know when she started changing Don't know how it's come to this Seems like yesterday she was in my arms Begging for a kiss Now the winds of change
it's just a nub She can push; she can shove Till it's just a nub Just a nub Just a nub Here she comes With her red dress on Steam shoots out >from
) Al malkin (vocals) Craig steward (harmonica) Sometimes when you're not looking he just sneaks up on you. he looks like a cheap sort of flying saucer
titties I like so well, 'n' my goddam beer!" Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped the devil! (
She likes to watch murderer talk She likes to see them on my tv She likes to watch them how they walk She likes to hear what they say It's like a car
, a voice crying. It's nothing I say but the wind! You heard the wind, just heard Within the House! the wild wind crying. But evil
Where are all the joys of yesterday? Where, now, is the happiness and laughter that we shared? Gone, like our childhood dreams, aspirations and beliefs
this much I believe we make the lives we lead. Best foot forward, face the day as the moment slips away like a whisper on the wind; the tide turns
of the seething surf, beneath the caterwaul of scattered call wind thoughts and gestures unspoken, unheard-- and now the dance of rapture begins as the waves rush along across the beach: like you, like
Peter "Stand up and get out o' the boat and come to me" And Pete was walkin' like a pro But the wind kicked up And he was sinkin' like a stone So back
Now Peter sat on the mountaintop Northern wind blowin through his hair Now Peter never took the time to stop He just stood out there and stared I said
Peter sat on a mountain top. northern wind blows through his hair all day long. Peter never took no time for him to stop. just stood right there and he
I got myself a threadbare gypsy soul Likes to dance and drink and go wherever the wind blows Got a little threadbare gypsy soul Got a little threadbare
the boss is a jerk And it feels like I'm wasting my time In a dead end job I'm having to rob Peter to pay Paul a dime Why don't we jump in my car Just
's got fire in his head. Chorus: Oh Gaia, if that's your name, Treat you like dirt, but I don't want to blame. Oh Gaia, the wind heals the fire and blows
down quiet. And the kids downstairs making a hell of a din, I'm all alone, getting a quote for the wages of sin. Beyond the indigo, indigo, Where the chilly winds, winds