The Wind

The Wind is a song I wrote a couple years ago, but it's Pentecost and also the US is pulling out of the Paris Climate Accords.  Recording on my soundcloud page. (The recording has the verses in a different order, but whatever; I actually think I like the order here better)

Chords:
Dmin - - -
Gm Dm
Gm Dm Gm
Gm Am Dm

there's a certain kind of morning
when the sun comes blaring down
and the people in the city
hate the people in the town
you could walk around forever
and never touch the ground-
but I've been hearing something from the wind

cause the wind blows like crazy and we don't know where she goes
and she troubles all the billionaires and scatters us like crows
and the people who don't give a damn will sit out in the breeze
but the fuckers better watch out for the wind

there's a certain kind of anger
that settles in your bones
and it can wear you through
it can turn your bread to stone
but the people who won't hear it
have been holding court too long-
and those fuckers better watch out for the wind

cause the wind blows like crazy
and we don't know where she goes
ain't it something how she rattles
ain't it something what she knows
and the ones who want us silent
will be waking in a gale-
all those fuckers better watch out for the wind


there's a certain kind of hopefulness
that cannot stand to rest
and it rhymes a song for freedom
and it throbs within your chest
and if the ones who've built so proudly
have just built the gates of hell
then those fuckers better watch out for the wind

Cause the wind blows like crazy and we don't know where she goes
ain't it lovely what she scatters, ain't it stunning how she grows
and the ones who want us empty will be shattered by the storm
all the fuckers better watch out for the wind