Westerlies ft. Lyndsay Pruett Lyrics

There's a chill on the wind

From the west bringing in

Bits of ash and dust from Africa and Spain

And one day I will fly all those currents in the sky

Catch my ride a little east of the Great Plains

Holding on softly, snow resting on the tree

Till it's blowing anyway the wind blows

Never knowing everything the wind knows

When the walls are closing in and you're shackled down again

Better find yourself a friend to ease the pain

Cause you can run, you can hide, you can keep it all inside

Till the tears you hold come pouring down like rain

Let them fall softly, snow melting off the trees

Little diamonds catching in the sunlight

Is this dying? No, it's gonna be alright

Every once in a while I've heard you say with a smile

You'll be going out in style some sunny day

Well the truth to be told

I wanna die old

Wrinkled and weary and grey

And let it go softly, snow falling off the trees

I'll be blowing anyway the wind blows

Finally knowing everything the wind knows

Yeah, we're going everywhere the wind blows

But not today

Not today