Like A Fickle Wind

Michael L Prather


She carries a little melancholy in her pocket
even when she smiles at the world
she thinks she ain't got a hell of a lot to offer
she's just an ordinary girl

And it's alright to hold her in the moonlight
and it's ok to kiss her in the dark
but don't be surprised if she wakes up crying
she comes and goes like a fickle wind

There's still a trace of memory in her eyes
of something that took her down
She'll look so far away for a moment
then she comes right back around

And it's alright to hold her in the moonlight
and it's ok to kiss her in the dark
but don't be surprised if she wakes up crying
she comes and goes like a fickle wind

Oh I've traded in the lessons that I've learned
for a spot beneath her faded bloom
caught between the sun and the darkness
here in the silence of her room

And it's alright when I hold her in the moonlight
and it's ok when I kiss her in the dark
but I'm still surprised when she wakes up crying
and she comes and goes like a fickle wind

And it's alright when I hold her in the moonlight
and it's ok when I kiss her in the dark
but I'm still surprised when she wakes up crying
and she comes and goes like a fickle wind