We’ve got the ratio right and come out mostly at night and, yes, there's always a light left on for someone who’s staying up

Above it all like the cops, it starts to rain then it stops

The wind is testing my trust, a gust is shaking the walls, this breeze is busting my chops

Keep making the sound

Keep blowing my hat around

I know the wind don’t wanna- but I think its gonna stop

The weekend’s all riled up and taking drinks from my cup and, yeah, it’s wasted but mine

I think it’s taking a fine, they just arrested the month

Keep making the sound

Keep blowing my hat around

I know the wind don’t wanna- but I think its gonna stop