It wasn't like I'd never seen that kind of thing before
A handful of believers with their feet nailed to the floor
A half day out of Eden and can't make it out the door
And holding on was all part of the plan
Two sisters with their singing shoes and babies at their breasts
Running out of fingers for to count the ways they're blessed
What tomorrow's bringing's really anybody's guess
Just try and make a baby understand
Sing and take me down easy, take me down slow
I just can't stand to listen to the wind no more
There's rain on the roof and a hole in the floor
I just can't stand to listen to the wind no more
I've never had the heart to hold on tight to anything
A puppeteer whose greatest fear was running out of spring
A patron saint around the world, a patron saint around the world

On railroad trains, his handin' in his wings
I'm gonna find the life he left behind
The old grey dog is just the man I'd like to be sometime
Hittin' fat on table scraps and curled up by the fire
Howlin' and a-prowlin' if I make it out alive
I'll always make it home by morning
Sing and take me down easy, take me down slow
I just can't stand to listen to the wind no more
There's rain on the roof and a hole in the floor
I just can't stand to listen to the wind no more

No, I just can't stand to listen to the wind.
I just can't stand to listen to the wind.