I could tell that something wasn't right with you, with you I knew she was trouble from the first kiss (One, two, three, four) I could feel it blowing in the night wind Why don't you come back down so we can turn it around We grow apart just to be on our

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Change is a powerful thing We'll be here for it There's something in the wind I can feel it blowing in It's coming in softly Lately I've been thinking it's just someone else's job to care Who am I to sympathize when no one gave a damn? I've been thinking

It’s bittersweet The wind whistling across my bottle still can’t blow away the sorrow That tomorrow you won’t be here with me I won’t forget the way you love me, the amazing way you love me It’s bittersweet, you see You’re not here but I can feel you

My grandma was a wise old soul Took me by the hand not long ago Said, "Son, what's your hurry, boy slow it down Taste the wild honey, listen to the sound Of the wind that's blowin' through the trees Rivers flowin' to the sea Yeah they're all headin' home

Some like this and some like that And some don't know where it's at If you don't get loose, If you don't groove Well, your motor won't make it And your motor won't move Easy come, easy go Any way the wind blows If time don't tell you then don't ask me

I know the streets will shed tears for me (They love me, dawg) When the cold wind blows in the heart of the city and I'm gone When my story is over and my song is done All I get is mother fuckin' love in these streets To most of these tricks I'm a mother

Sara Beth is scared to death Around and around without any cares And her very first love is holding her close And a soft wind is blowing her hair To hear what the doctor will say She hasn't been well, since the day that she fell And the bruise it just

Who wants to ride? Who wants to roll? Westbound, southbound, where the wind blows Who needs a plan? Bring the whole fam Load 'em all up in my VW van (V-dub, VW) Yeah, who wants to ride my VW van? (V-dub, VW) A bag of beef jerky sitting on a road map

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls