When the Dark Winds Blow
When the Dark Winds Blow
Selfish is as lonely does
they want our flesh by the pound
We tend not to take advice,
but lord, we pass it around
I took the day for granted,
bound myself to a bed,
worried about leaving a mark when I'm dead
There's no hurry to start,
there's no prize in a shattered heart,
and you can't be everything to everyone you know,
so give yourself some grace, when the dark winds blow.
Are these words just tape and gauze?
a bandaged laugh and dance?
The phones we use to call back home,
keep us in a nervous trance.
Does that love remain gold?
or does sentiment go bad?
in that empty house, in that wanted ad.
There's no hurry to start,
there's no prize in a shattered heart,
and you can't be everything to everyone you know,
so give yourself some grace, when the dark winds blow.
I want to buy some open land,
carve out a place to breathe.
Somewhere I don't have to talk so much,
with someone I believe.
So, I bloom through that bardoor,
and grow through these crowded streets,
and harvest all the harder days 'til we meet.
There's no hurry to start,
there's no prize in a shattered heart,
and you can't be everything to everyone you know,
so give yourself some grace, when the dark winds blow
Writer/s: John Calvin Abney
