Music: Kent Carter/Rod Middleton
And the wind is where it begins
Then it moves to the bones
The chill you feel when good once goes
And leave you all alone
It's kinda sad, yeah, it's wicky bad
How rusty treasure ****s up your hands
Loosen that grip, man, so let it go
Don't show your face at so many shows
It's how it goes and yes, it blows
A cool breathe straight through your soul
Damn, draft, man, takes all the best and
Takes all the rest
But in the end you'll find a friend
And it's lonesome sound
Yes, in the end that gritty gas
Blows the whole thing down
You said you cannot understand
To you it makes no sense
How in the wind decides to blow
Drips it on the fence
But here's the truth, man, just so you know
What you believe is bound and go
No guarantees, boy, or no offend
And in the end you'll have a friend
And it's lonesome sound
Yes, in the end, your only friend
Is that lonesome sound