Someone's got it in for me,
they're planting stories in the press.
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick
but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray
and took his wife to Italy.
She inherited a million bucks
and when she died it came to me -
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
People see me all the time and they
just can't remember how to act.
Their minds are filled with big ideas,
images and distorted facts.
Even you yesterday you had to
ask me where it was at.
I couldn't believe after all these years
you didn't know me any better than that -
sweet lady.

Idiot wind blowing every time
your move your mouth.
Blowing down the backroads heading south.
Idiot wind blowing every time
you move your teeth.
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller who said
beware of lightning that might strike.
I haven't known peace and quiet
for so long I can't remember what it's like
There's a lone soldier on the cross,
smoke pouring out of a boxcar door.
You didn't know it, you didn't think
it could be done, in the final end
he won the war after losing every battle.
I woke up on the roadside, daydreaming
about the way things sometimes are.
Visions of your chestnut mare
shoot through my head and are making me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best
and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch,
flies buzzing around your eyes,
blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind blowing through the
flowers on your tomb.
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind blowing every time
you move your teeth.
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down
and destiny which broke us apart.
You tamed the lion in my cage but
it just wasn't enough to change my heart.
Now everything's a little upside down,
as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped.
What's good is bad, what's bad is good
you'll find out when you reach the top -
you're on the bottom.
I noticed at the ceremony,
your corrupt ways had finally made you blind.
I can't remember your face anymore,
your mouth has changed
your eyes don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day
and sat stone faced while the building burned.
I waited for you on the running boards,
near the cypress trees while the
springtime turned slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind blowing like a
cyclone around my skull.
From the Grand Coulee Dam to Capitol.
Idiot wind blowing every time
you move you teeth.
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can't feel you anymore,
I can't even touch the books you've read.
Every time I crawl past your door,
I've been wishing I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks,
down the road to ecstasy.
I followed you beneath the stars
hounded by your memory,
and all you raging glory.
I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free.
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered
nor the pain I raise above.
And I'll never know the same about you
your holiness or your kind of love
and it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind blowing through the
buttons of our coats.
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind blowing through the
dust upon our shelves.
We are idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

Thanks, Bob