In tiny rhythms
Is this code
That breaks itself down
As it goes
It speaks in simple
Easy prose
If you look and you listen,
You will know
That I've turned to face the wind
But I can't be up there long at all
It's the air and I've tried, but I can't
(Oh, I can't)
'Cause it's bloody freezing
In the dark
And burning up by dawn
I've turned to face the wind
But I might turn my back again
And it feels like Sunday afternoon
Downtown, the people have all long gone home
(Gone home)
The shops all shuttered
On empty roads
But you just keep on keepin' on
I've turned to face the wind
And I might turn my back again