Any Old Wind That Blows
Lord she's restless...
Like cotton candy clouds that sail the day
Slow and free...
And she possesses
A mind that can't resign itself to stay
For long with me....
Tho I've tried and tried to keep her tied
And satisfied
Until she really needs me.....
Yes I do......
But when that certain look comes on her face
I can't replace it
And she leaves me....
She's a butterfly in mid-July
Who just can't wait to try her brand-new wings
On brand-new things....
And she needs no rhyme or reason when she goes...
Her mind is on what lies beyond that wall of blue horizon I suppose...
And heaven knows
She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows;
Yes she will, yes she will -
She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows....
I know she needs me...
About as much as I need someone else -
Which I don't
And if need be
I swear someday I'll up and leave myself -
Which I won't
Even if she loved another man
I'd understand it more than I do;
But I know the only reason that she ever has for leaving
Is she wants to......
She's a butterfly in mid-July
Who just can't wait to try her brand-new wings
On brand-new things....
And she needs no rhyme or reason when she goes...
Her mind is on what lies beyond that wall of blue horizon I suppose...
And heaven knows
She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows;
Yes she will, yes she will -
She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows....
© 1973, Johnny Cash
