Текст: John Wesley Harding. Into The Wind.

He threw his hopes into the wind
To see if they would pin on her again
He threw his heart against the wall
To see if it would stick or fall

She put her arms around him and said, "You are forgiven"
He said, "Well, you're the only thing
That makes life worth living
When you live into the wind, into the wind"

He pushed the rock up to the top
And then it rolled back down the mountain
He did it once, now he can't stop
And he'll never quit complaining

She tells him why he does it
It must be because he needs to
He takes his hands away and the rock doesn't fall down
It sits firm into the wind, into the wind

Why can't you see
You create these situations
It's not to be or not to be
Nothing's that easy

He builds a home paper on sand
And he awaits congratulations
The wind blows once, the house falls down
And he wails amidst the ruins

For all the time that he spent working
On this worthless enterprise
She stands him on a rock and says
"A word to the wise if you live into the wind, into he wind"

Why can't he see
He creates these situations
It's not to be and not to be
Nothing's that easy

He doesn't feel the cold today
He doesn't worry about tomorrow
And he doesn't build a house of cards
Just so he can knock it down

He takes her in his arms, his overconfidence returning
And laughs with her when she says
"We have love to burn if it burns into the wind
If it burns into the wind, into he wind, into the wind"