Wind Picks Up

I know so many people that
to keep their thoughts tied in homely knots
when the wind picks up, they all fall out
I have nothing to lose this time
I’ve tried adopting a harder line
When the wind picks up, they all sit down
and they wash it down
(Sad me) My thoughts are missed opportunities
My friend will correct me invariably
Never learned to read or write so well
(Sad me) I know so many people that
to keep their thoughts tied in homely knots
when the wind picks up, they all fall out
and they wash it down
When I sing all about my life
I kill the mystery inside
Turn the skin facing in outside
I never was good at telling lies