Met her a Thursday

Broken is the will

Golden is the word

Taken by the thrill

Shoulda known better

Shoulda worn my overcoat

Throw away the fur

Sink until I float



Oh it still hurts

Maybe you're the one

Livin' on the earth



I need a little faith

I'm livin' in a dream

Carryin' a heavy load



'Cos I need someone who lives far away

I'm going down south, down to New Orleans

Try to find another road

And still I live here with the curse



Don't know why, I wake before the fall

Won't you lead the way

I can hear the call

Maybe one day, I hope you'll come around

Voices in the wind, above the ground