I've got the world on my shoulders
I do not seem to fit in it no-more
I've got legs made of water
And I'm struggling
To find my way to the shore
When the train pulled out of sight
I knew I had lost my best friend
I wounded her too often
And I was too late to comprehend
Cruel wind, blowing over me
Too late to shelter from the breeze
Well, she took her sadness with her
But I still feel it all the time
Once the guardian of her secrets
I wish that I had treated her more kind
Cruel wind, blowing over me
Too late to shelter from the breeze
The moonlight was her make up
That night she looked
With me with trusting eyes
And she had looked 10 years younger
When she laughed
And when she smiled
Cruel wind, blowing over me
Too late to shelter from the breeze
The cobwebs hung on the window
The curtains they stay drawn
And I feel less than nothing
And each day
I'm feeling smaller even more
