The Wind

[Mom was drifting further and further away from us. I would visit her in Maine, take long walks

Vivid images of a shuttered house on the shore haunted me. Shells that no longer offered up the sounds of the sea

The telltale signs were everywhere]

You take the path down to the shore but no one lives there anymore

Your house is shuttered, cupboards bare, papers scattered everywhere

The labyrinth of all your fears, the twisted plot that brought you here

You wring it out year after year with

"More faith, Lord," and lakes and lakes of tears

Hey, the wind just blows right through you

You're hollow as a shell but you still can't hear the sea

Hey, the wind just blows right through you

Scattering your best intentions

It drives you to your knees until it gets to me

But you'll do exactly what you please, and here comes that breeze

You've only got four stories now "sinner, saint, poet, clown"

I run to catch you when you fall

But before you hit the ground there's no one there at all

Hey, the wind just blows right through you

You're hollow as a shell but you still can't hear the sea

Hey, the wind just blows right through you

Scattering your best intentions

It drives you to your knees until it gets to me

But you'll do exactly what you please

On and on, on and on

You're not fooling anyone, you're not fooling anyone

But somehow you'll still get the joke

Ever bent, but you are never broke

Somehow I still love you

And I know you'll leave me laughing when you go

The wind just blows right through you

I'll collect the shells so I can hear the sea

Hey, the wind just blows right through you

So I will hold your best intentions, down here on my knees, I'm praying

"Please, just give me 'More faith, Lord' and shelter from that breeze"