WILD WIND

WILD WIND

I pick up my guitar and some of the strings are broken

I search for words and it seems they’ve all been spoken.

I’d like to do a love song but no new words can I find

So I try for a truck driving one – nothing comes to mind.

Chorus
The wild wind blows all my songs away
I try to hold them but they won’t stay
This is a mountain that is way too tall
I can’t come up with any lyrics at all.

I think of the old fast cars and all the races that I’ve had

Then I try to describe them and all attempts come out bad.

I could sing of a country song where whiskey is the drink

Once more to draw a blank, again my mind fails to think.

Chorus
The wild wind blows all my songs away
I try to hold them but they won’t stay
This is a mountain that is way too tall
I can’t come up with any lyrics at all.

Looking at the fleecy clouds up there in a clear blue sky

Causes me to wonder why it’s so calm up there on high.

It’s blowing like a hurricane on this old desk of mine

Not allowing me to write a single country music line.

Chorus
The wild wind blows all my songs away
I try to hold them but they won’t stay
This is a mountain that is way too tall
I can’t come up with any lyrics at all.


Monty