It's hard enough for me to say what you want Until I just have an hour to kill And the night disappears And the sky is filled. It's almost May, The seasons changed, I've heard on the shipping news. There has been a hurricane Somewhere too far away to be worrying you. And it is Easter when you wake. I will wait for the sound of the strike. Well, I wouldn't leave where it had Til I saw you again in the light. And if the winds have turned today, It's because it's inevitable. Everyone knows the wind has to blow. Whoa