Windfall - The Flying Burrito Brothers

Now and then it keeps you running

It never seems to die

The trail’s spent with fear

Not enough living on the outside

Never seem to get far enough

Staying in between the lines

Hold on to what you can

Waiting for the end

Not knowing when

May the wind take your troubles away

May the wind take your troubles away

Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel

May the wind take your troubles away

Trying to make it far enough

To the next time zone

Few and far between past the midnight hour

Never feel alone, you’re really not alone

Switching it over to AM

Searching for a truer sound

Can’t recall the call letters

Steel guitar and settle down

Catching an all-night station

Somewhere in Louisiana

It sounds like 1963

But for now it sounds like heaven

May the wind take your troubles away

May the wind take your troubles away

Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel

May the wind take your troubles away

May the wind take your troubles away

May the wind take your troubles away