hold on to the music to the sound my mouth is making now hold on to the wind it'll blow you south it'll blow you everywhere but the one place I hope it blows you is here to me I made a mistake my bad, I guess wish I could take it back with a word or maybe a few dozens of hundreds but no matter how many novels I orate you will probably never be back with me the winds carry over the sea and away from me and though that brings about tears it's the way of the world it's like the sound of a heart beat can't change the melody no matter how many times you swear to the skies my heart is breaking just from sheer will from the ideas that fall through my cluttered skull and I know it's about to explode onto the sidewalk but if that's the way it goes if that's the way the wind blows I guess I'll be sitting here a long time a long wasted time.