The Wind
SUNG HAN LEE, KWANG HEE HAN
Saturday night, my head is spinning.
I wonder who's heart I've been sinning for.
Cold rain blows on my window.
Soft sand gone from my pillow.
One more step that I've been taking,
Yes and one more,
I don't need no more breaking up.
All the red lights, how they are
Burning down the highway.
I remember when the wind
Had blown my way.
But the wind blew down my line.
Yeah, the wind, blew down my line.
Man on the street, each day I'm passing.
A small bite to eat is all he's been asking for.
Oh, but cold steps is all he's been yeilding.
Oh, and now I know that empty feeling.
Yeah, the wind blew down my line
Yeah, the wind blew down my line.
Yeah, the wind blew down my line
