Tom Minor - It's the Wind, Stupid! Lyrics

It's the wind, stupid!
Sarah was in banking in the City
Sarah was midway to liberty
Away from all that suburban nitty gritty
Sarah was outrageous, brash and free
My dreams of you
Flowing down streams underground
Like nothing else could do
I came after you
It's the wind, stupid!
From Bank to Waterloo
It's the wind, stupid!
Rode a slow Drain home
To my dreams of you, down in tunnels
Or on a sun terrace to the sky
It's the wind, stupid!
Playing tricks on my sore eye
Angie was roadrunning through the country
And she was dodging their debris
Away from all the humdrum and the sundry
Angie was outrageous, brash and free
Memories of you
Have my head wound round them
When there's nothing left to do
Bit more than I could chew
It's the wind, stupid!
From Bank to Waterloo
It's the wind, stupid!
Blowing down the Drain
On memories of you, blinded by the lights
Or in the shadows
It's the wind, stupid!
I can't hold a candle to
It's a fine line, Cupid
Rode the last Drain home
To my dreams of you, seven sorts of
Longing I will wear them flying high
It's the wind, stupid!
Playing tricks on my sore eye
It's the wind, stupid!
Playing tricks on my dry eye
It's the wind, stupid!
That keeps a-twinkling round the...
Sarah was
In banking in the City