The Wind
The wind wants some attention
It snivels and tugs at your sleeve
It rattles at doors, spits on the floor
It screams that it's going to leave
The wind is throwing a tantrum
It knocks over tables and chairs
It mutters and moans that nobody falls
It whimpers that nobody cares
And me, I know just how it feels
The wind comes howling at your door
Just listen how the wind blows
The wind comes crawling at your door
Just listen how the wind blows
The wind's feeling neglected
It roars down the street at your heels
It tears at your clothes and trumpeted woes
It speeds down your road on wheels
And me, I know just how it feels
The wind comes howling at your door
Just listen how the wind blows
The wind comes crawling on your floor
Just listen how the wind blows
The wind comes howling at your door
Just listen how the wind blows
The wind comes crawling at your door
Just listen how the wind blows
The wind comes howling at your door
Just listen how the wind blows
The wind comes crawling on your floor
Just listen how the wind blows
The wind comes howling at your door
Just listen how the wind blows
The wind comes crawling on your floor
Just listen how the wind blows