Feel the wind blow
Through my window
You don't win much
I don't need much
When the poet stands in the right place
He's got a cigarette t on his right face
And the yankee man runs a rat race
He took the long way out
I took the wrong way down
Its alright
Hear the bird sing
Through the morning
When the rain falls
The birds find hiding
When the poet stands in the rght place
Hes got a cigarett on his rght face
And the yankee man runs a rat race
He took the long way out
I took the wrong way down
Its alright
And if I
Sing to you again
That the yankee man's got a long way out
cause he keeps on getting off his route
To get home
He took the long way out
I took the wrong way down
Its alright
He took the long way out
I took the wrong way down
Its alright
He took the long way out
I took the wrong way down
Its alright