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