The Wind - © 2015 by JT Price

It was down in Mexico
where all the fugitives go
and a man can find ruin, just for being alone
Ladies of the night
in the broad daylight
I swore I never knew you, then I heard the cock crow
in the Wind

The Tequila ran dry
beneath a darkening sky
I had money in my pockets and nowhere to hide
'Cause I can still see her face
in that faraway place
where wishes are rainbows and all the pigs fly
in the Wind

Where there's light there are shadows
there's a hand that God never shows
In my Potter's Field, one stubborn weed still grows
She's out there somewhere
But why should I care?
The fragrance of love never stays with the rose
in the Wind

It was down in Mexico
where all the fugitives go
And a man can forget everything that he knows
But after all of these years
two voices I still hear
One is my own, and the other's the echo
in the Wind