By Hugh Prestwood

There is something in the wind tonight
Some Kind Of Change of weather
Somewhere some devil's mixing fire and ice
together
I got a feeling that the dark side of the moon
is one the rise
Black as a crow's feather

Now I could stay another day or two
But what's the use of stalling
Deep in the winter even holdout leaves
start fallin'
Lately every night above the declarations
of our love
I hear the road callin'

It's such a fragile magic
A puff of wind can break the spell
And all the golden threads are frail
as spider webs
Savannah fare you well

In a vision I had yesterday
It rained so hard that I drowned
While I waited for a hurricane to die down
The raging water rolling over me
was wild as a heart
That love cannot tie down