1970-1972 - BUT THE WIND

On the tracks, see the train.
See the sunset on the plain.
See the gently falling rain.
Nobody's left but the wind.

See the evening coming down.
No one's laughing at the clown.
No one's passing the old, ghost town.
Nobody's left but the wind.

Never has too much to say.
Never seems to lose its way.
Never sees the now or yesterday.

No one sees the changing times.
No one has their peace of mind.
No one's drinking sour wine.
Nobody's left but the wind.

Never has too much to say.
Never seems to lose its way.
Never sees the now or yesterday.

See the mountains touch the skies.
See the tears within my eyes.
See the fool.  Such am I.
Nobody's left but the wind.
Nobody's left but the wind.