Departure #6

Go with the wind
Go with the rain
You have been released again
Go with the wind
Snapping cold at your throat
Oh, and blowing between the buttons of your coat
Never has there been
A love quite so fierce and red
As the one you shared between the sheets of an iron bed
Well, you held her, oh, so many times
Ah, like a child, or some precious stone
And you held her precious heart up to your own
Oh, and you have a dear, she was the only thing
That you called your own
Called your own
Oh, she was the only thing that you called your own
Only thing you called your own
Go with the wind
Go with the rain
Go with the wind
Go with the rain
You have been released, oh you’ve been released again
Oh, you’ve been released, oh, you’ve been released again