Crazy Wind - James McMurtry

Gone off in the pitch-black dark

To work the morning tour

He’s halfway to the highway

And he won’t be back for hours

His tail lights down the gravel road

You watch them round the bend

Nothing’s on the TV

But something’s in the wind

And it makes you crazy

And it makes you blue

It’s a restless feeling

And it’s nothing new

Listen to the buzzing

Of the June bugs and the flies

The sink’s all full of dishes

You might just let 'em lie

You might just pour yourself a drink

And sit outside awhile

He won’t miss the whiskey

He knows it’s not your style

And he don’t care enough

To even wonder why

You fight off his fumbling hands

With daggers in your eyes

Time sure flies when you’re having fun

Wasn’t it just yesterday you turned twenty-one

Does it still matter what you might have done

Had you tried

His bird dogs in their wire cage

Are barking at the moon

You turn the covers back

And hope the dawn don’t come too soon

Draw the shades to keep your dark eyes

From the glare of the vapor light

But the sheets are cool and empty

And you won’t sleep tonight

With a half moon rising

And a warm gusty breeze

Blowing from the southwest

Whispering in the trees

The asphalt 'neath the tires

Makes a hollow whining sound

And it stretches on forever

Through a thousand little towns

With their stores all dark and silent

And their flashing yellow lights

And nobody sees your passing

In the fury of your flight

You’ll see them later

Some other day

Self preservation

What can you say

Time sure flies when you’re having fun

Your mind’s all made up now and it’s all said and done

Flying down the four lane with the morning sun

In your eyes