The cold wind off the hillsides chills a person to the bone
Its fingers reach inside and touch the pain
And I'm here beneath your window, crying open up your door
And let me know that maybe one day you and I might be alright again
Chorus And it’s a lazy wind
Don’t blow round you, blows straight through you
It’s a lazy wind.
Your lovers and your helpers have all packed their bags and gone
They tell me you don't play the blues no more
But on the kitchen table there's a fading deck of cards
So let me deal a hand and see if that will tell us what we're looking for
You were the queen of air and darkness, you were mistress of the night
And I promised you I'd save you if I could
Like kids beneath a blanket telling stories to themselves
We'd pull the warmth around us and we'd tell that lazy wind goodbye for good
The whistle of a distant train is drifting on the air
To some it sings of freedom and of hope
To others it's a country song of darkness and despair
That coils around them calling them and pulling like the hangman pulls the rope.
