Crazy Wind

Gone off in the pitch-black dark To work the morning tour He's halfway to the highway And he won't be back for hours His tail lights down the gravel road You watch them round the bend Nothing's on the TV But something's in the wind And it makes you crazy And it makes you blue It's a restless feeling And it's nothing new Listen to the buzzing Of the June bugs and the flies The sink's all full of dishes You might just let 'em lie You might just pour yourself a drink And sit outside awhile He won't miss the whiskey He knows it's not your style And he don't care enough To even wonder why You fight off his fumbling hands With daggers in your eyes Time sure flies when you're having fun Wasn't it just yesterday you turned twenty-one Does it still matter what you might have done Had you tried His bird dogs in their wire cage Are barking at the moon You turn the covers back And hope the dawn don't come too soon Draw the shades to keep your dark eyes From the glare of the vapor light But the sheets are cool and empty And you won't sleep tonight With a half moon rising And a warm gusty breeze Blowing from the southwest Whispering in the trees The asphalt 'neath the tires Makes a hollow whining sound And it stretches on forever Through a thousand little towns With their stores all dark and silent And their flashing yellow lights And nobody sees your passing In the fury of your flight You'll see them later Some other day Self preservation What can you say Time sure flies when you're having fun Your mind's all made up now and it's all said and done Flying down the four lane with the morning sun In your eyes