Which Way the Wind

Album cover art for "Which Way the Wind" by Stuart A. Staples

Stuart A. Staples - Pop

Which Way the Wind

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Duration: 3:11

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Lyrics

She woke up singin' this mornin' And calling me her man There was a crack in the clouds and the sun shifted over It bathed our heads and our hands And most days I just start walkin' And my head goes down For I know which way the wind blows Through this town Yeah, I know which way the wind blows And I know the place it's headin' for Yeah, I know which way the wind blows Back to her door There's a sweet smell comin' from the bakery But the child in me sleeps so soundly For there's a sourness that I crave And I go far - I know that door The softness of my lover's hands Gently pushes me out in the street again For she knows which way the wind blows And how it's useless fighting against that wind Yeah, I know which way the wind blows It blows me back to her Yeah, I know which way the wind blows And how it turns me around Yeah, I know which way the wind blows It blows me down onto my knees Yeah, I know which way the wind blows Back to her feet, on my knees

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Credits

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  • Stuart A. Staples