Smoke drifts past my window
From a fire somewhere else
Find I talk to myself a lot these days
And I'm not sure that I hear
I've missed something that should have been clear
And the perfect landing
Will have to wait

Trouble on the hillside, it's a fait de compli
What is left after the hope is gone
I never cast around for the mystery love
Never cared for the cul de sac
And everybody sometimes throws in their hand for a better one

Thunder in a cold land
Thunder in a cold land
Thunder in a cold land
Thunder in a cold land

Pull up my collar when the east wind blows
On the corner of a street no one knows
And clouds grow dark behind the ridge
And the wind pants on my cheek
How does this hold you have on me break free in the end