When the Dark Winds Blow

Selfish is as lonely does

they want our flesh by the pound

We tend not to take advice,

but lord, we pass it around

I took the day for granted,

bound myself to a bed,

worried about leaving a mark when I'm dead

There's no hurry to start,

there's no prize in a shattered heart,

and you can't be everything to everyone you know,

so give yourself some grace, when the dark winds blow.

Are these words just tape and gauze?

a bandaged laugh and dance?

The phones we use to call back home,

keep us in a nervous trance.

Does that love remain gold?

or does sentiment go bad?

in that empty house, in that wanted ad.

There's no hurry to start,

there's no prize in a shattered heart,

and you can't be everything to everyone you know,

so give yourself some grace, when the dark winds blow.

I want to buy some open land,

carve out a place to breathe.

Somewhere I don't have to talk so much,

with someone I believe.

So, I bloom through that bardoor,

and grow through these crowded streets,

and harvest all the harder days 'til we meet.

There's no hurry to start,

there's no prize in a shattered heart,

and you can't be everything to everyone you know,

so give yourself some grace, when the dark winds blow