I happen to know where the tailwind is blowing A place to go when people say youre way too blue If you wanna go you must keep them from knowing Loneliness is something youre accustomed to When youre all alone and on your own Looking for a way to take you home When you close your eyes and drift away Nothing we can do to make you stay Whats written in sand disappears in the rain Well never show, well never know how close you came Its turning to rust and its turning to gold I still believe and I believe what I have been told When you take your boat out to sea You must read the signs carefully When you solitaire far away Feel it calling you at the break of day I happen to know where the tail wind is blowing A place to go when people say youre way too blue If you wanna go you must keep them from knowing Loneliness is something youre accustomed to When youre all alone and on your own Looking for a way to take you home When you close your eyes and drift away Nothing we can do to make you stay I dont care how it happened I always have time for an old friend I just have to know youre coming back again
accustomed, drift, blowing, loneliness, must