The Wind
Cold Desert night
reason and might
all you hear, all you know
is the wind
Humming along
to radio songs
all you hear, all you know
is the wind
The drive time news is always the same
we're players on the ratings game
The same old celebrity trial rages on
No one wonders, where have all the journalists gone?
Oh, the wind
Remote control
surfs through your soul
all you hear, all you know
is the wind
November sins
we're just breathing them in
because truth is like chalk
to the wind
The drive time news is always the same
we're players on the ratings game
The same old celebrity trial rages on
No one wonders, where have all the journalists gone?
Oh, the wind
Bold on the right
and spoiling to fight
don't you know
what we've blown
in the wind
Oh, the wind
By Rebecca Padula
© 2005
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