Walking in the Wind - Steve Winwood

You walk and talk and move around in circles

Your friends telling you you are doing fine

You can’t see that snowball as it hurtles

Through the shattered membranes of your mind

If I could talk to you for just one minute

Then you would know what it is I am getting at But there again your head’s got nothing in it By the way you left without your hat

I’m walking in the wind looking at the sky

Hanging on a breeze and wondering why, why

Your old man’s headed for the final pay-off

The joker that you got is fading too

And all the sharks that come around for the rip-off

Are gonna tear the flesh right off you

The plastic princess hangs her head in wonder at the silver glittered boys

Trying, trying to compete

And all at once the room begins to thunder

And all that’s left is the stain on the sheet

The prostitute is standing on the corner

Suffering so much pain to stay alive

She’s so real, that life itself bows down before her

She couldn’t make that nine to five

While the president is crying, crying in the White House

The prime minister’s really got the blues

All the heads of state are busy playing cat &mouse

'Cause you can see none of them have ever paid their dues

God knows why, why, why