Waltz Of The Wayward Wind

We took off running in the middle of the night
 Hid out in the fields as we watched for the light
 The cars on the highway passed by
 We dreamed about hitching a ride
 Called out to wild ones of the forest and the fen
 They answered in a we could not comprehend
 A song with no beginning or end
 And we danced to the waltz of the wayward wind
 The wayward wind is a restless wind
 It's a wind that yearns to wander
 The song of the rounders and the ramblin' men
 Is the waltz of the wayward wind
 You made your haste at the thawing of the snow
 I never had the money or the guts to go
 Just a bullet and a bottle of wine
 Six o'clock on Friday might find me half blind
 I'll give the bartender a buck for the band
 Tell him any old whiskey will do
 Take the nearest man standing by the hand
 And we dance to the waltz of the wayward wind
 The wayward wind is a restless wind
 It's a wind that yearns to wander
 The song of the rounders and the ramblin' men
 Is the waltz of the wayward wind
 Have you ever had a letter you wanted to write
 Thinking about it kept you up through the night
 Once you calmed your trembling hand
 The words won't come out as you had planned
 It's bound to be a hard road no matter what you haul
 For the leaving and the ones left behind
 The dreamers who don't know quite where to begin
 Singing along to the waltz of the wayward wind
 The wayward wind is a restless wind
 It's a wind that yearns to wander
 The song of the rounders and the ramblin' men
 Is the waltz of the wayward wind