Tryin' to Outrun the Wind

He's a sad song singer he plays a gut-stringer

With vagabond fingers that follow his mind

To far away places he reaches for traces

And touches the faces he's long left behind

He'll keep you from knowing where he's been or going

You'll see the distance right there in his eyes

Just short of stealing he'll take your feelings

Pull at your heart strings till they come untied

Once was a woman who made him turn lonesome

Her memory turns over and over again

Like an old stallion who's longing for freedom

Trying to outrun the wind

Well I've laughed with the sunshine cried with the rains

I've had some bad nights with the best of the blues

And I go on pretending with long haired women

I still get crazy when I think of you

He's like an old stallion who's longing for freedom

Trying to outrun the wind