Big ship sailing on the ocean We don't need no commotion Say when I'm ready you must hold on steady We're moving off at lightening speed, yeah Take a seat and wait 'till I'm ready The wind is blowing and the fishes keep movin' What are you doing mister

Now my feet won't touch the ground Oh, love, don't let me go Won't you take me where the street lights glow I can hear it coming There's a wild wind blowing Down the corner of my street Every night there the headlights are glowing There's a cold war

To all the girls I've loved before To all the girls we've loved before I'm glad they came along I dedicate this song The winds of change are always blowing And ev'ry time I tried to stay The winds of change continued blowing We're glad they came along We

The answer is blowin' in the wind The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon balls fly

I'm no candle that can be blowin' out in the wind I'm no suffering like, the game I'm in I'm no street walker, I got fire and brimstone Sorry to disturb you, and your happy home All bets are off now, when the fire hits the sea I'm gonna lay it on you

Blowing every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe Someone's got it in for me They're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick But when they will I can only

And now the darkness over day, that night And the clouds above move closer Looking so dissatisfied But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day On a Valentine's Day (but not now) On a Valentine's Day ('Cause my

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise I got my windows down and the radio, get your radio Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon

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