When The Wind Blows

When The Wind Blows

Come to terms with taking
What your worth if working hard's 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 a place between it
And where you want to go

She’ll be sorry when the wind blows
And comes again

Dear century sailor
What’s inside the 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 comes again

She’ll be sorry when the wind blows
And goes again
High above the waves
And you're watching all your time
Just to get it over now