Cares to the Wind - Richard Meyer

    Spanish moss hangs,
    The river moves slowly
    and Devil be damned they're in love.
    Their wine bottle sails and it sinks with a splash
    and they laugh but they are not alone.
    The small town roads are like telegraph wires.
    They might as well fight off the sun.
    Teasing each other with innocent sins
    and pushed towards a ring they don't want.

    And they chase their kisses till the midnight
    and they lie in the grass till the dawn
    Throw their cares to the wind
    while the kisses burn in
    and the small town won't leave them alone.

    She gathers her skirt
    Her hair falls around her
    he touches her lips with his hand
    they've learned to feel guilty about small romances
    and now they don't know what to do next
    The river that whines cuts a loop around time
    and ties them like marionettes
    they tip awkward glasses to delicate things
    in a bittersweet dance humoresque

    [Repeat Chorus]

    The carillon rings
    like the sermons remind them
    That each spring the river runs wild
    Cold hearts turn away from the light of a new love
    And their friends whisper low what they've tried
    in old empty houses and out of town places
    the wedding march is not on their minds
    but the dust on the roads will settle and go
    like promises told in the night

    [Repeat Chorus]

    © 1985 by Richard Meyer


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