The Winds Came In From Africa...2010

African winds leave me wheazy, Dust covering my shoes. Got my backed turned to the mountains And my heart turned on to you. You never said it'd be easy, I giggled like I do. God fore bid this wretched place, But he knows I still love you. Craddled in my back room blues, My feet against the wall. I'm counting out those military beats, To try and forget it all. I sweep away the particles And buff up on my sleep. The days that you are far away, I save so I can weep. Summer is a stranger, I beg you both return, For like my toes need painting, My heart needs not to yearn.