When The Wind Blows
Come to terms with taking
What your worth if working hards worth having
Tell the friends your making
Mary couldn’t take the strain of living
Told her son of something
All your wishes, you’d have liked to mean it
And it all comes to nothing
Never knowing there’s no place pertaining
To where you want to go
She’ll be sorry when the wind comes
And blows again
Dear century sailor
What’s inside they sort of songs your writing
When they make you paler
And your body shakes for what’s worth fighting
I’m watching from the shore
She’ll be sorry when the wind blows
And goes again
She’ll be sorry when the wind blows
And goes again
High above the waves
And you're watching all the time
Just to get it over now
