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.

[Chorus]
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]

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