James Kavanagh - Winds Lyrics

Seat yourself beside yourself
The face you thought had all but gone away
Another day in second place
Another note I'd hope to hear you play

This window seat without a view
A resting heart will stop and think of you
To drink for one and pay for two
To stagger down a trophied avenue
Winds will carry over me
And drag these words out to a distant town
I'm not the one you've seen before
I'm not the kind that you would want around

You ask what I have asked myself
But ask again, this page will never end
I split before a paper seam
Erased before my sentence has been penned
Winds will take the best of me
To steal my breath and then blow back for more
See for me the other side
And see that I should make it to the door