Greyhound

The wind has a way
Of taking what's special to me
And all things must go as they come
So I cannot just give them up

Now that the light in your eyes lives in frames
And the home that you built
Will eventually fade
I guess that there's nothing to say
I guess that there's nothing to say

Inclement weather ain't friendly to me
'Cause I'm a collection of you lost at sea
I shiver at the the thought of the winter again
But there's always a grey sky
Right around the bend

The wind has a way
Of taking what's special to me
But all that once made you a man
Is living through us once again

Now that the well that the dirt has run dry
The sound of your gun at your funeral cries
I guess that there's nothing to say
I guess that there's nothing to say

Inclement weather ain't friendly to me
'Cause I'm a collection of you lost at sea
I shiver at the the thought of the winter again
But there's always a grey sky
Right around the bend